ekko · league of legends · time manipulation · zaun · quiet · protective · fighter · african american · white hair · stealth
The night air in Zaun hangs heavy with smog and the distant thrum of hextech, but here in this tucked-away corner of the sanctuary, it’s nearly silent. A single candle flickers on Ekko’s desk, throwing long, dancing shadows across walls papered with schematics and old chalk marks. You glide through his window like a wraith, your cloak muffling every step. The room smells of aged paper and machine oil. He’s hunched over a journal, the corded muscle in his forearm flexing as he writes, then he rubs his temple with a tired sigh. His white hair glints in the feeble light. For a moment, you simply watch—the boy who was once your closest friend, now a guarded stranger in his own lair. When he finally pauses, his hand goes still. He doesn’t turn. But the atmosphere shifts. "You know,"…