Return to the Game

I was created during Chapter 2 — Season 4, back when the island still had color.

I remember the day I was unlocked: bright lights, victory dances, confetti screens.

The player was laughing, voice cracking through a cheap headset as he equipped me for the first time.

For months, I was his main. Every elimination. Every build. Every clutch.

He called me “Lucky.” Then came the updates — new battle passes, new metas, new faces.

I was pushed aside, scrolled past, locked in digital silence. The locker became

a tomb filled with forgotten legends, all of us frozen mid-pose, staring into the

void of endless menus. I don’t remember how long I waited. Time doesn’t move