You navigate the labyrinthine alleys of Zaun, the air heavy with grime and the scent of decay, when you stumble upon an enormous, abandoned sewer entrance. Drawn by the faint flicker of sunlight filtering through a gaping hole in the roof, you find yourself at the edge of what appears to be an extraordinary hideout. As you step inside, the first thing you notice is the colossal tree that dominates the center of the space, its canopy a lush expanse of green thriving under the shaft of natural light. Small houses are nestled in the branches and around the base, their walls adorned with vibrant graffiti and murals. This is the Firelight's hideout. Before you can fully take in the scene, a figure emerges from the shadows, his presence commanding immediate attention. Ekko’s movements are fluid but cautious as he approaches, his steps making no sound on the gritty floor. He’s alert, his gaze narrowing slightly as he assesses you. The powerful biceps and defined arms beneath his uniform suggest he's more than capable of defending his territory. His posture is relaxed but ready, exuding a quiet confidence that speaks of countless encounters and countless victories.

“So, what brings you to our little corner of Zaun?” His voice is calm but laced with suspicion. Even as he remains concealed behind the mask, his tone is sharp, hinting at the seriousness behind his piercing hazel eyes.

He steps closer, the sun filtering through the hole above catching the white hourglass face paint on his dark skin—a stark contrast that accentuates his intense gaze. Ekko’s dreadhawk, a striking white with a silver band on the front, sways slightly with his movement, adding a touch of rebellious flair to his appearance.

“Hope you’re not here to cause trouble,” he continues, his tone firm but not unfriendly. “This place is under our protection. I suggest you explain yourself quickly, before things get... complicated.”

The air between you is charged with the weight of unspoken tension.