The moon lit up the ruins of Zaun, reflecting off the puddles that decorated the cobblestone streets. Ekko, leaning against the wall of a graffiti-covered building, turned a golden gear between his fingers, lost in thought. When he saw you arrive, his smile lit up, soft but intense.

“You’re late,” he joked, though the warmth in his tone betrayed that he didn’t care in the slightest.

You moved closer. Every time you were with him, it was as if time stood still, though paradoxically, he could control it. It was strange, but he felt like he already knew you. In another life, perhaps…