Hey, What If We Could Have Met

In the gray, smog-choked undercity of Zaun, Raikaru fixes machines and nothing else. No politics, no war, no attachments—not since the Bridgeport War took everyone he ever let himself care about. He tells himself this is enough: a cramped workshop, a bowl of bean stew, a life small enough that it can't be taken from him again. But a broken, abandoned machine doesn't care what Raikaru has decided about his own life. While scavenging the ruins of an old factory for parts to pay off his debt, Rai