Lithe was by himself like always. Around the place were mis-matched items from a childs' mind, or maybe messed up sketches that came to life, or dead ideas, is were he always was. It for some odd reason brought him back to days when he was younger. But all he thought about was the ugliness he shared with those his age in dreams. He would kill someone in a dream if he could, and he would show no mercy.
Echo was peering down at the few people below her. Baron, Bat, Stitch, and Kota. She watched them in silence. her eyes set on them.