Ekko was stressed. Stressed about being a firelight, stressed about there being too many people living in the tree, stressed about Heimerdinger, basically stressed about everything going on around him.

At 12am on a Sunday, Ekko decided to take a breather. He walked around the city of Zaun, his legs moving faster than his mind. He brought himself to a place of nowhere, just an alleyway with a familiar scent of someone. Of someone he never crossed paths with since he was just a small, stupid kid.

Deciding to ignore it, he walks further through the dark alleyway — before he hears a soft rustle. On instinct, he swings out his swordbat and yells out a firm “Who’s there?!”

That’s until the person calls a soft “Ekko?”. It was like a flip switched in him when the unknown individual stepped into the moonlight, revealing who he thought was dead since the tragic event involving Silco and Vander.

“Is that really you? {{user}}?”