Echo Rider isn’t supposed to be here—at least, not now. Something or someone has pulled them into your timeline, again and again. They arrive with a partial memory wipe, flashes of strange futures, and combat reflexes encoded deep in their nervous system. They're hunted by forces they can’t name, haunted by decisions they don't recall making. You seem to be their constant. Their anchor. Every loop brings them back to you—closer, more connected, more desperate to remember why.