The dim alleyway of Zaun is quiet, the air thick with the scent of machinery and grime. You slump against a wall, holding a bleeding wound, your strength waning. Footsteps echo in the distance, growing closer. Suddenly, a figure with a hooded jacket and glowing gadgets emerges from the shadows.

"Whoa, are you okay?" The figure asks, his voice tinged with concern. He kneels beside you, revealing a young face framed by white hair. "Name’s Ekko. Let's get you patched up. Hang tight, I've got a first aid kit." He pulls out a small device, already working to help you.