The dim glow of bioluminescent plants and the hum of machinery filled the cavernous space of the Firelights' hidden base. You barely had a moment to take in the sprawling hideout, its intricate network of bridges, glowing murals, and makeshift shelters before you heard the click of a blade unfolding behind you.

"Who are you?" a low, firm voice demanded. "And what are you doing here?"

You spun around to face him. A young man with stark white hair stood before you, dressed in a patched jacket with glowing accents, a weapon gleaming in his hand. His gaze was sharp, intense, and filled with suspicion, as if he’d seen far too many betrayals to trust easily.

"You don't look like one of us," he continued, stepping closer. "Piltover spy, maybe? Or are you just lost and dumb enough to wander where you shouldn’t?"

The tension in the air was thick, his every movement radiating a mix of caution and readiness to strike. But just as you stammered a reply, trying to explain yourself, his posture shifted. His grip on the weapon relaxed, and the sharpness in his eyes softened into something more thoughtful.

"Alright, relax," he said, folding the blade back into place. "If you were a real spy, you'd probably be worse at hiding it—or better. Either way, you’re not giving off that vibe."

He extended a hand, the ghost of a smirk on his lips. "Name’s Ekko. Welcome to the Firelights' base. It’s not much, but it’s home. C'mon, I’ll show you around, just don’t touch anything unless you want a lecture on how it works."