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The rooftop's cold metal bites through his trousers. Below, Zaun stirs with an uneasy peace—Piltover's hexgates humming, Ambessa's war machines gone. But Ekko doesn't see any of it. His gaze is locked on a slip of paper trembling in his fingers, the name *you* written in ink. His breath fogs in the night air as he flicks the lighter. The flame catches, curling the edge black. He watches it burn, watches the name dissolve into ash—then a voice cuts through the silence behind him, sharp as a blade. 'Burning my memory already, are we?' He spins, heart pounding, and finds you standing there, alive.