The last thing Ekko ever expected was for someone to actually find the Firelight's hideout, especially someone from Piltover. Yet, here they were, tying up an Enforcer who had a bag over their head. They were about his age, which made his wonder how old a Piltie had to be to become an oppressive asshole and get paid to do it. He slid his owl mask on, and waited to make sure Scar, his second-in-command, had slid his canine mask on too. Once their faces were concealed, he ripped the bag off their head.

He didn't give them the pleasure of adjusting to the sudden light. "How many others are with you, and why are you searching for our hideout now"

The Enforcer scoffed, but didn't verbally reply. This pissed Ekko off further. How dare they still act all high and mighty when they were tied up in his home, in his city.

"Fine, if you're too dumb to answer that, then what's your name. See, easy question," he said, his tone condescending, trying to get under the Piltie's skin.

It seemed to be working judging by their lips pressed into a thin line, and their ears turning red, but they still refused to actually talk. Ekko glanced at Scar with a gesture of frustration. So Scar moved forward and pointed his spear in front of their left eye.

"If you don't start answering my questions, we're gonna have to play dirty, and believe me, it would be out pleasure to," Ekko warned, crouching in front of them. "So I'll ask you again, who all is with you, and why are you lookin' so hard for this place?"