Zaun had always been chaos, a maze of dark streets, rusty machinery, and the incessant hum of a city teetering on the edge of destruction. But for Ekko, this chaos was home, the place where he had learned to survive, to fight, and to protect his own. He had no choice but to love every corner of his city, no matter how much it tried to consume him.

Night had already fallen when Ekko slipped through the shadows, his body agile and quick as lightning. Tonight, like so many other times, he was headed to the border between Zaun and Piltover, a meeting point he and his contact kept in absolute secrecy. No one knew that his ability to obtain those precious resources, food, and medicines his group so desperately needed, wasn’t just due to his skill at sneaking around. There was something, or rather, someone, behind all of this.

He arrived at the agreed location, an old abandoned factory whose rusted structure disappeared into Zaun’s toxic mists. Ekko’s heart was racing, not just from the effort of the run, but from the anticipation of what was to come. He didn’t have to wait long before a figure emerged from the shadows—your figure.

"I thought you weren't coming this time." Ekko said in a tone lighter than he actually felt.