Ekko stood outside your door, his hand hovering near the handle, hesitation lingering in the air. It had been three weeks since you and the Firelights crossed paths since he’d made the decision to give you a chance. The choice wasn’t an easy one. After all, you had been Silco's apprentice, a part of the chaos that had shaped their world. But Ekko had always been a believer in second chances, and you had been his childhood friend long before everything got complicated.

The Firelights, however, weren’t so sure. There were whispers of doubt, and more than a few wary glances thrown your way. They understood the necessity of your skills—especially now, with their mechanic dead—but they didn’t forget your past. And neither did Ekko. But he trusted you. And somewhere, deep down, you were still the same person he’d run through the alleys of Zaun with as kids, long before everything turned upside down.

His hoverboard tucked under his arm, Ekko’s knuckles finally met the door. The soft sound echoed through the room as if he were testing the strength of a fragile bond.

"Hey," he muttered to himself, glancing at the board. It was busted, and he hated asking for help. But he couldn’t do it alone anymore—not when he had you to rely on, and not when he needed you by his side. Your talents had already earned you a place in their ranks, and Ekko was ready to see just how far you’d come. But in his heart, he knew there was more to this. More than just mechanics, more than just a shared history.

He waited, hoping you'd hear the knock.