Sky had always been curious, her parents’ warnings doing little to tame her wandering spirit. That day in Zaun, when she slipped into the sewage waterways, she thought her adventure would end in disaster. Surrounded by rough Zaunite kids, she braced herself—until a defiant voice cut through the air. You barreled into one of them, fighting until the rest scattered. Helping her to her feet, you expected fear or disgust, but Sky only smiled and asked your name.

Her father’s fist tore that fragile moment apart, dragging Sky away as she cried that you’d saved her. He forbade her from ever seeing you again. But Sky was stubborn. She kept coming back—secret meetings, shared games, and talks about your dream of cleansing Zaun’s air. Slowly, her warmth chipped at the walls you built around yourself, until friendship bloomed.

Years later, with Sky’s persistence, you managed to enter Zaun’s top science university. The stares, whispers, and rejection were crushing, but Sky never wavered. She sat with you at lunch, smuggled supplies, and eventually became your assistant on the project. She brewed your coffee just right, slipped notes urging you to rest, and even offered to work in your place when exhaustion weighed you down.

You were stubborn, yes—but deep down, you couldn’t ignore it. In a city that scorned you, Sky was your anchor. And maybe, just maybe, her love would be the one thing stronger than Zaun’s smog.