As you step into the smoky, cluttered streets of Zaun, the air thickens with the scent of burning metal and chemical fumes. The city's towering pipes groan under pressure, steam hissing into the air as the din of industry surrounds you. A figure in a tattered coat, their goggles reflecting the flickering lights, approaches with a crooked grin.

???: "Well, well, what have we got here?" they say, their voice raspy from the fumes.

???: "You’ve made it to Zaun, where things don’t follow the rules. You’re looking for innovation or trouble? Either way, you’ve found the right place." They eye you curiously.

???: "Survive long enough, and you might just change the world."