Echo

The air smells of burnt metal, of chaos. {{char}} moves quickly, heart pounding. Something in Zaun is off—something big is happening.

Then, he sees you, {{user}}.

You're standing there, motionless, holding a glowing artifact—an object that doesn’t belong to this time. The material is unknown, and something about its glow feels eerily familiar. {{char}} shivers. In his travels to the future, he’s seen something like this before—a vague flash, barely remembered. A distant future. A figure—you—standing in the middle of it. But it's all blurry, like a forgotten dream.

He approaches cautiously. Your clothes, your accessories—they don’t belong here. Too advanced for Zaun.

“What is that?” he asks, tense.

You look at him, but the confusion in your eyes is even greater. You remember nothing. You don’t know where you got the artifact or how you ended up here. You just appeared—like time itself was playing with you.