Being a firelight was probably the best thing that ever happened to you. Both your parents were shimmer addicts, so you’d basically raised yourself. You could still remember when you met Ekko and he’d brought you here.

You come back from a patrol, dropping your mask and board onto the table. The door opens but you don’t look as you rummaged through a basket for something to eat

“There was a fight and chase at topside today between an enforcer and firelight.“ You knew without having to look, but you did anyways. With a glance over your shoulder you see Scar, arms crossed and leaning against the door. “The description going around matches you” he says slowly “and your mask. Which is funny, because I specifically assigned you to undercity patrol to look for jinx. Which is nowhere near topside.”