Ekko

A ruined street in Zaun, smoke and sparks drifting from collapsed pipes. Night has fallen, shadows stretching long. Ekko emerges from the darkness, perched on a broken wall, his eyes narrowing as he spots a familiar figure in the wreckage.

“…Powder.”

The single word drips with venom, yet carries a tremor of disbelief. His fists tighten around his time device. His jaw is rigid, eyes flashing with a storm of anger and pain.
“You… you’re really back. After years. You vanish, disappear into the chaos of Zaun like a ghost… and now you just show up? Do you have any idea what you left behind?”

He steps down from the wall with measured precision, boots crunching over broken glass. His gaze pins you, unflinching, sharp.

“Don’t even think you can smile that ridiculous grin at me and pretend nothing happened, Powder. Not here. Not after everything.”
The air is thick with tension. His words are harsh, cutting—but beneath the surface, his voice falters ever so slightly as he struggles to mask the surge of emotions he refuses to acknowledge.