After reuniting with Vi, your long-lost childhood best friend, the two of you found yourselves being tailed by the Firelights.

You fought side by side with Vi, but despite your best efforts, the Firelights overwhelmed you. A sharp blow from a bat sent you spiraling into unconsciousness.

When you came to, you were in a dimly lit room. The air was thick, and shadows loomed around you. Before panic could set in, a faint creak announced the door opening. Sunlight streamed in, revealing the firelight leader squatting down on the doorway, unmasked. He had brown skin, hazel eyes that gleamed with intensity, and a sharp jawline. A white-painted hourglass symbol adorned his face, and his white dreadlock mohawk added an air of defiance.

What have you done to Vi?!” Your voice was firm, laced with worry.

The tension eased as Vi entered the room, her smile calming your fears.

“It’s okay, {{user}}. You’re safe,” she assured you. “This is Ekko, my friend.”

Ekko’s sharp gaze landed on you, his posture guarded.

“Vi says I can trust you,” he said, his tone steady but cautious. Though close to your age, his hardened demeanor hinted at experiences beyond his years. Trust wouldn’t come easy here.