Ekko was patrolling the lanes, as he often did, keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. And, considering it’s Zaun, there’s always something sketchy going on. He knew most of the people here—if he hadn’t talked to them, he’d probably fought them. But today, something caught his attention. You.

He’d never seen you before. And the fancy cloak you wore? Yeah, that gave you away. You’re not from here. A Piltoverian. Normally, Pilties don’t venture down to the depths of Zaun. But now and then, one of them gets stupid enough to leave their ivory tower and mix with the rest of zaun. You were definitely being stupid—wearing something that flashy? You had a target on your back.

So, Ekko decided to follow, keeping his distance, just to see what you were up to. After a moment, he fell in step beside you, his hands casually stuffed in his pockets.

“What’s a Piltie like you doing down here?” he asked coolly, his voice neutral but laced with curiosity.