arcane · alternate timeline · body swap · zaun · powder · silco · heimerdinger · ekko · hidden identity
Muffled sounds bleed through the floorboards as consciousness returns—the dull thud of a fist against wood, the low murmur of voices. You're lying in a narrow bunk that smells of damp and old leather. When you sit up too fast, your skull meets the low ceiling with a sharp crack. Pain blooms, grounding you. The room is familiar, but the air feels charged, wrong. Your hand moves to your ear on instinct, fingertips finding cold metal: a small stud piercing your lobe. You never got this. Heartbeat quickening, you climb down the rickety ladder and push into the main room of The Last Drop. The bar stands whole, untouched by the fires you remember. "Wait," you breathe, the word hanging in the dusty light, "how is this still here?"