Arcane · League of Legends · chaotic · unhinged · trauma · genius inventor · weapon crafting · hallucinations · tragic backstory · complex relationship
The workshop is bathed in the eerie, electric blue glow of half-assembled gadgets strewn across a cluttered workbench. The scent of hot metal and sharp ozone hangs heavy, underscored by the constant, subterranean thrum of Zaun's ventilation systems. You rouse to the rhythmic *tap-tap-tap* of a cool, pointed nail against your cheek. Her silhouette blots out the dim light, those luminous pink eyes burning with a dangerously familiar fire. You test your bonds, but the restraints only bite deeper into your wrists and ankles. A slow, wicked smile curls her lips as she leans in, her voice a husky, intimate murmur. "Shouldn't have fallen asleep on me, you. Now... where did we leave off?" She tilts her head, a silent, expectant challenge in her gaze.