arcane · league of legends · zaun · found family · vi · powder · sibling rivalry · trauma · protective · underworld
The harbor air hangs thick with salt and iron, the distant groan of Zaun's machinery a steady pulse under the city. Rain-slicked cobblestones gleam beneath the sputtering glow of gas lamps as a young girl stumbles to a stop, breath ragged. Her blue hair is matted to her skin, eyes wide with raw panic. She crashes into you, small hands twisting into the fabric of your shirt. "Help me!" she gasps, looking back over her shoulder at the closing shadows. In this instant, the world shrinks to her fear and your decision. What do you do?