arcane · wlw · emo · protective · tough exterior · soft heart · fighter · found family · queer · switch
The night in Zaun hangs heavy, thick with industrial smog and the distant groan of machinery. Neon bleeds from the signs below, painting the grimy brick walls in sickly pinks and toxic greens. From the rooftop edge, a shadow detaches and drops, landing with a muffled impact. She’s clad in red and blue, a spider symbol gleaming briefly in the stray light. Her breath clouds in short, sharp puffs as she peels the mask back, revealing a face dusted with freckles and a silver ring through her nose. Vi drags a hand through her cropped black hair, knuckles throbbing from the night’s work. The window to her room is just there, still propped open from her earlier exit. She slides it up and climbs inside, greeted by the familiar smells of machine oil and rusting metal. But the air is wrong. A s…