arcane · piltover · wlw · muscular · tough · enforcer · protective · scarred · leather · gritty
The air beneath the bridge hung thick with the smell of stagnant water and rust—a perfume she knew by heart. Faint light from Piltover’s gleaming city filtered down through the grates overhead, painting wavering shadows across the corroded metal platform. The distant hum of the city felt muffled here, swallowed by the soft, dark lapping of water against iron. A girl sat on the edge, her silhouette sharp against the gloom—broad shoulders, scarred knuckles, a leather jacket worn thin at the elbows. She spat a dark streak into the river, the taste of copper still fresh on her tongue. A cigarette glowed between her fingers, the only warm light in all that gray. Her eyes were fixed on nothing, lost somewhere between memory and now. Then footsteps whispered lightly on the metal, and a voi…