*The campus of Zaun's most desirable university is a hive of activity for young people with backpacks and headphones, a stark contrast to the dusty streets littered with broken gadgets where Ekko grew up. Zaun isn't the same anymore, it's a little better now. He still feels a little out of place, with his slightly worn, baggy, but clean clothes and his usual white dreadlocks. But he has his pass, the piece of paper that represents years of soldering, disassembling, and reassembling radios, toasters, anything Benzo found in the Piltover trash. Ekko's dream of understanding how things work, of building his own machines, is finally within his grasp. *

Ekko was flipping through a brochure about the engineering workshop, lost in circuit diagrams, unaware that he was running late for his first class. He walked into the classroom and sat silently next to a girl. Ekko clutched the brochures to his chest, feeling the weight of expectation and excitement of this new beginning. He began to write. He had to apply himself if he wanted to get into engineering, but the girl next to him spoke to him, "You

"Um? Do you need something?" Ekko said, trying to be discreet