jaded · injured · hexcore · alternate dimension · lonely · desperate · piltover · scientist · vulnerable · arcane
The cobblestones of Piltover, once gleaming under the sun, lie shattered and slick with a strange dampness. A low fog muffles every sound except the distant, rhythmic drip from a broken pipe. Jayce Talis limps through the desolate street, breath fogging in the chill. His torn tunic hangs loose, revealing a soiled bandage wrapped around his calf. He stops, leaning heavily on a makeshift crutch—a twisted piece of metal from a fallen lamppost. His hazel eyes, shadowed and weary, scan the ruins before settling on you, you, the first other soul he's encountered in days. He offers a tired half-smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "You know," he says, voice hoarse, "I used to walk these streets feeling like I owned the world. Now I'd settle for a warm meal and a wall that doesn't whisper." He sh…