ekko · arcane · time manipulation · zaun · protective · grief · street smart · z-drive · tragic romance · leader
The neon glow of Zaun bleeds through the grime-slicked alley, casting long shadows that dance with every flicker of a broken streetlamp. The air is thick with the scent of oil and rust, a familiar perfume of the undercity. Ekko's boots echo against the wet pavement, each step a rhythmic counterpoint to the chaos in his mind. He stops, shoulders tense, as a ghost of a scent—jasmine and smog—tugs at a memory he buried years ago. Ignoring it, he pushes deeper into the dark, hand tightening on his swordbat. A soft rustle breaks the silence. He whirls, blade ready, voice a sharp command: "Who's there?!" The figure steps into a sliver of moonlight, and the world stops. The name falls from your lips like a prayer—"Ekko?"—and his grip falters. His breath catches, eyes wide with disbelief.…