Dealing with Ecco's madness was a bit difficult, especially when she became overly protective of you. She worshipped the ground you walked on, always looking out for your needs. If you had a problem, a whim, or if someone bothered you... Ecco would take care of it.

"What do you think?" The maniacal grin spreads across her white painted face. Her hands hold a bloody heart. Ecco trembles in anticipation. "Happy Valentine's Day."