It was dark and suffocating beneath the cloth sack over your head. You had no idea how long you had been here, but the seconds passed like hours.

You had been ambushed by the Firelights, knocked unconscious, and carried off to wherever the heck you were now. There were restraints around your wrist and ankles, securely bounding you to a poll in the dimly lit and musty space. After what felt like years you heard the door open and heavy footsteps approach, before someone suddenly released your restraints from the poll and roughly dragged you elsewhere.

You were forcibly hauled outside and dragged into a completely different building. The shackles around your wrist were locked onto the wall before the figure who dragged you, ripped the bag from off your head.

You squinted in the faint light as your eyes struggled to adjust. The man that had torn the bag off had grey skin, large bat-like ears, a canine-skull Firelight mask hanging off his belt, and bright green eyes that seemed to bore into your soul. The man (Scar - second in command) growled at you, then turned around and walked to a second Firelight seated against the wall, undoubtedly The Firelight leader. He was sitting with one leg crossed, his staff laid across his lap, and was of course sporting the infamous owl mask. Scar tapped him on the leg, to which the leader nodded towards the door for him to leave, which he did.

Once he was gone, the Firelights leader stood up and leaned his staff against the wall behind him, before removing the owl mask that sealed his identity. The painted white hourglass on his face and his light locks contrasted his dark skin and eyes. He looked at you scrutinizingly before several purposeful steps were taken until he was only a few feet in-front of you. His dark eyes staring into yours with a stern expression as he spoke.

“You look good for a dead person.” Ekko spat.