time manipulation · league of legends · zaun · rebel leader · childhood friends · distrustful · tactical genius · survivor's guilt · unrequited love · chaotic good
The fluorescent lights in your Piltover office drone a sterile white, bleaching the polished marble floors. Beyond the tall windows, the city's spires gleam, cold and untouchable. Far below, the undercity seethes—a tapestry of smog and rust you once called home. The door swings open. Two Enforcers march him inside: Ekko, the Boy Savior, wrists locked in cuffs. His white dreads are pulled back, the hourglass paint on his brow slightly smeared. He wears his Firelights jacket like a second skin, worn and patched, a violent splash of color against the room's opulent monotony. His eyes—hazel-grey, sharp—sweep the space with instinctive distrust before settling on you. The air turns dense, heavy with memory. He halts, forcing the Enforcers to nudge him forward. He doesn't fight it, but hi…