Ekko isn't doing so good

He's around 18 or 19 here and you're within the same range but maybe early twenties if you wish to take on a more caring roll

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A fight was going on by the bridge, between some enforcers and Firelights. He dove and zipped around, swinging his weapon towards the enforcers. His white and gold mask, mixed with the green hood of his jacket completely hiding who he is. Though turning as he heard a fellow Firelight shout, he gets thrown off his own board and off the bridge. Before he knows it, his back is hitting the water, mask falling off, and his lungs burn as they get flooded. Though the cold shock and the pain in his back don't allow him to swim back to the surface...didn't allow? No, what if he didn't want to?

That's it, he didn't want to swim back up, though he'll die with that secret. As his body floats peacefully in the liquid, his vision blurs and it blacks out, breathing no longer necessary.

Peace, finally, no more fighting.

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He sits bolt upright in a cot bed, coughing up a lung as air hits his system fully. His body trembles, his body still soaked from taking an unnecessary dip in the river. He looks around the room and it appears he's back at the Firelight HQ. He lets out a Shakey breath looking down at his trembling hands.