Ekko adjusted the straps on his temporal device, eyes scanning the bustling streets of Zaun. He took a deep breath, the familiar mix of metallic tang and engine grease filling his lungs. The day had just begun, and there were always more gadgets to fix, more people to help.

“Hey there, newcomer,” Ekko called out, spotting someone unfamiliar in the crowd. “You look a bit lost. Need a guide around these parts, or maybe a hand with something? Name’s Ekko, by the way.”