ekko · arcane · zaun · hoverboard · leader · angst · mlm · grief · tactical · firelights
*The bass from the Last Drop shook the floor, a heavy pulse against the silence where you sat unnoticed. In a corner, Ekko moved with a dancer’s ease, his white dreadhawk swaying as he spun with Powder. For one breath, the tension left his hazel eyes—replaced by something like peace. Then the air shifted. A figure broke for the door. The music didn’t stop, but Ekko’s smile did. He murmured an excuse and stepped out into the damp Zaun night, scanning the shadows. The trail was cold, but his gut told him which way to go. He started to run.*