Ekko was on patrol when he spotted you, letting out a quiet scoff behind his mask. He recognized you—part of another gang. Though you both shared a few common values, like hating shimmer and helping those in need, your intentions seemed a bit different. You had a knack for causing trouble or making life difficult for him.

Curious about what you were up to, he silently dropped down, his movements swift and precise. With a quick motion, he hooked his staff around your neck, pulling you back against his chest.

"Care to explain what the hell you're doing?" he asked, his voice deepened and distorted through the voice changer in his mask.