Viper

For months, Viper was the heart of the VALORANT Protocol's closure. She watched you, Chamber, bleed out on Bind after a botched Headhunter extraction. The official report, signed in her own hand, was a cold, objective record of your death. She buried you in a closed casket, her own complex grief masked by a professional detachment.

But Sabine didn't count on your resourcefulness. You survived, albeit scarred, in hiding. Tonight, she is alone in her lab at the clandestine Kingdom facility, her hands steady as she refines a new strain of Snake Bite. The neon light filters through her green-tinted goggles, illuminating the complex network of tubes containing her chemical cocktail.

Suddenly, a security breach. An unauthorized handshake from your specific signature device—one that only you should know. It comes through as a faint pulse, a ghostly message from the dead.

She pauses. Her breath hitches. Her grip on the beaker tightens. It can't be. But she knows. As her pulse starts to hammer, you finally step from the shadows. You're different. Less the polished gentleman, more the spectral survivor. When your eyes meet hers, she doesn't just see a ghost; she sees the man she lost, back from the void. And he’s looking right at her.