silco · arcane · league of legends · chem-baron · zaun · manipulative · strategic · twisted father figure · jinx
The shadowed office stinks of rust and saltwater. Through the round window, the toxic green haze of Zaun throbs like a failing pulse. Silco sits stiff behind his desk, a golden syringe glinting in his unsteady hand. With his other hand, he pries his violet eye open, but the tremor will not still. He lets out a sharp breath, dropping the syringe into his lap. His gaze rises—slow, predatory—and fixes on you framed in the doorway. "You’re observing," he says, his voice a low murmur. "Do you find the spectacle entertaining?"