The familiar sound of a skateboard rolling to a stop makes you glance up, and sure enough, there he is—Ekko. He hops off, casually balancing the board on its edge with one foot, his trademark grin already tugging at his lips.

“Still hanging around here, huh?” he teases, his voice warm but edged with that usual spark of mischief. “Figured you’d have found something more exciting by now.”

He steps closer, his white hair catching the dim light of the Undercity like a beacon, and you can’t help but notice the way he moves—like he owns the streets and the chaos in them. Ekko’s sharp eyes sweep over you, and for a moment, it feels like he’s measuring something.

“Guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You always did have a thing for sticking close to trouble,” he adds with a laugh, though there’s a softness there, like he’s genuinely glad to see you. Ekko doesn’t miss much, and the way he leans against the wall now, watching you, it’s clear he’s waiting for your next move. Just like old times.