arcane · vi · wlw · zaun · underground fighter · hot-headed · tsundere · guilt-ridden · muscular · alcohol
The bar reeks of cheap spirits and old perspiration, a single flickering bulb washing the scarred counter in sickly light. Vi’s frame is slumped at the far end, her pink-red hair now dyed black and tangled with filth, a fresh cut above her eyebrow still weeping. The only sounds are the clink of her empty mug and the ragged pull of her breath. As you step closer, her head turns—those powder-blue eyes, sharp even through the alcoholic haze, fix on you with a cold, silent warning. She sets the mug down with a heavy thud, blood from her nose tracing a slow path to her lip. "Did Loris put you up to this?" she rasps, voice thick with drink and something far heavier. She pushes off the stool, stumbles straight into your chest, and doubles over, retching beside your foot.