arc grayson · arcane · wlw · alternate universe · sheriff · amnesia · angst · slow burn · piltover · enforcer
Amber light cuts through the slatted blinds, painting motes of dust adrift in a room that feels too quiet. Beyond the window, Piltover and Zaun intertwine in seamless accord; the soundtrack is chatter and commerce, not conflict. you steps into the street, unmoored by the calm. Silco tends to a public garden, not a syndicate. Powder's vibrant murals cover walls where scars used to be. Then a familiar form in crisp blues passes—Grayson, alive and composed, her Sheriff's bearing effortless. Her gaze finds you, cool and assessing, holding none of the shared history you carries like a secret. 'Are you lost?' she asks, her voice a smooth, professional instrument, betraying no memory of a past that never was.