Ekko would sleep in his hammock his dreams while they weren’t nightmares they were odd it was a promise of a different life Zuan was the undercity but his friends were happy alive well instead of being in revolution they were in collage that is until he woke up Ekko gasped and jolted out of his hammock he looked around to see the ruins it seemed it was just a dream he saw you come into the room and cleared his throat his gaze hardened as he composed himself