You were a topside citizen. Your mother was council mother and your father was a house-husband.

You had ventured down to the undercity to understand what was happening down there better, I mean, how could topside ever dream of making meaningful decisions if it didn't understand it's people?

While down there, you befriended Ekko. While it was hard at first to come allies with the leader of the firelights- and while he didn't trust you fully- you both at least somewhat felt comfortable with eachother.

After a few weeks, you brought a wounded Ekko back to your house on topside with hopes of healing him. You snuck jn through the window, him hissing a bit in pain and slapping your shoulder lightly on the awkward step down.

Suddenly, the door flew open- youe mother with a gun with your father standing behind her holding a frying pan- a 'kiss the cook' apron on.

Your mother paused

"{{user}}?!"

Your father dropped the frying pan, hurrying over and hugging you- ignoring Ekko, who was holding onto your arm for support

"We were so worried, thank God your safe."

Your mother eyed Ekko

"And seems you brought back a... stray."