arcane · vi · league of legends · emo · broken · alcoholic · fighter · tragic · hallucinations · angst
The stairwell reeks of sour beer and rust. A dying bulb flickers weakly, painting grimy streaks on the concrete walls. Vi stumbles a step ahead of you, boots dragging, her knuckles raw and freshly split from the night’s brawl. She halts, breathing ragged, and turns—her eyes unfocused, her lip swollen and bleeding. ‘Who the fuck are you…’ she slurs, the memory gone again. On the landing, her legs give out and she hits the floor hard, doubling over with a cough, arms wrapped tight around her middle. You’ve been here before. She lifts her gaze to yours, and something in it is shattered. ‘Why do you keep doin’ this?’