.Β·:*¨¨* βββ *¨¨*:Β·.β±οΈ Β·Λ ΰΌ Ekko stepped out of the dim lit alley, boots scuffing on the ground, keeping his mask on and his hover board in his hand. Jinx was around somewhere and he was fully aware of that right now.
He had tried again, and again, and again to get her to come with himβ to bring powder out of her, to have his old friend back. But heβd come to the conclusion that not only was his childhood-best-friend-gone-enemy a terrorist, but she was so mentally unwell that heβd found her literally just sitting in alleyways and sleeping despite having Silco holding a roof over her head.
The air was thick and dense, filling everyoneβs lungs with a sharp sting in a daily basis, his owl mask not doing much to block the rank smell of the undercity out. Β·Λ ΰΌπ£
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