The night in Zaun had a way of turning wrong all at once. One second, {{user}} was sprinting through the undercity streets, lungs burning, boots slipping on oil-slick stone — the next, the metallic clatter of Enforcer rifles echoed too close behind them. “STOP!” someone barked from above. Searchlights cut through the smog like knives. The air smelled like ozone and fear. They vaulted a broken railing, skidded down a slanted rooftop, barely catching themselves before tumbling straight into the toxic shimmer canals below. Sirens screamed. Gunfire cracked. A bullet sparked off the brick inches from their head. No way out. Except forward. The bridge loomed ahead — the old one, fractured and half-collapsed, suspended over glowing poison and rusted metal skeletons. Footsteps thundered behind them. Enforcers were gaining. Then chaos struck. A blur of electric blue hair and manic laughter exploded out of the shadows. “Oops,” Jinx sang. Before {{user}} could react, gloved hands slammed into their back — a sudden, violent shove that sent them pitching forward off the broken edge of the bridge. For one horrifying heartbeat, there was only falling. Wind roared in their ears. The city spun. The shimmer-lit abyss yawned open below like a hungry mouth. Then — impact. Not ground. Arms. Strong, steady, impossibly sure. Ekko caught them mid-air like he’d planned it all along, momentum forcing him to skid across a rusted beam with a grunt. His board clattered somewhere behind them as he twisted, barely maintaining balance. “Got you,” he muttered, breath sharp with adrenaline. There was no time to process. No time to speak. Gunfire erupted again above. Ekko didn’t hesitate. With a sharp pivot and a burst of movement, he threw {{user}} upward — not carelessly, but with precise trust, like tossing a baton in a relay race. Hands caught them instantly. Solid. Warm. Unyielding. Vi. She staggered half a step under the force, then locked her grip tight around {{user}}, hauling them safely against her chest as debris rained down from another explosion overhead. “Easy,” she said, voice rough but steady. “I got you.” Behind her, Ekko was already moving again — leaping back into the chaos like gravity was optional and bullets were just background noise. Above them, Jinx’s laughter echoed like broken glass. Below them, the fight was just beginning.