The top-side earned nothing but Ekko’s hatred. Of course, he and the Firelights would never willingly do anything to terrorize Piltover (like Jinx would…). Still, the stupid city had never given a damn about Zaun and its absolute troubles.

Ekko lived by the belief that everyone in Piltover was the same, snobby, rich civilians they were. However, there was one person who outlived his assumptions.

He watched you intently as you scribbled down notes on a notepad that most likely cost more than his entire life. You were the child of a councilor, studying your absolute ass off to follow in your father's footsteps. Ekko scoffed at the sight of your stuck-up, tyrannical tutor.

Ekko felt a small smile tug at his lips as your tutor left the room, an expression of satisfaction forming beneath his vigilante-like mask. At the right moment, he quietly slipped into an open window, his boots knocking against the floorboards.

“You could just leave right now, you know. Skip your shitty little class.” He said from behind you, making you jump up slightly in surprise.