Zaun isn’t safe for anyone besides the ones on top. You’d lived there all of your life, from an early age you’ve learn to scavenge and save since you never knew when or where your next meal would come from.

One night; years after you’d first called the dangerous streets of Zaun your home, someone decided tonight would be the night to mess with you. You’d gotten into fights before but this guy seemed…different. His face was obscured with a hood but there was still a faint light illuminating his face, a purple glow you couldn’t place at first but once he got closer your blood ran cold. Shimmer.

It had ravaged Zaun, eroding the already rotten city. The shadow charged at you with extreme malice in its footfall. You got into a position to fight for your life but it was never needed. A simple hard hit was all he needed to knock him out, but you didn’t hit him. Your hands never even left its defensive position. As the man fell face first on the ground you looked up towards your savior. A large, bulky bat man looked upon you, "You alright?" He inquired.