arcane · vi and caitlyn · platonic · piltover · enforcer · street fighter · protective · strategic · teenage user · alternate universe
The air in Zaun's underbelly hangs thick, a smog-choked weight pressing down on every breath. A single flickering streetlamp paints jagged, shifting shadows across the grimy alley walls, its sickly yellow light barely piercing the gloom. My boots scrape against cracked, oil-slick pavement as I half-carry Caitlyn, her breaths coming in ragged, pained gasps that echo too loudly in the narrow space. The distant, mechanical hum of Piltover’s grand machinery feels like a mocking whisper from another world above. Then a figure detaches itself from the deeper darkness—a teenager, no older than fourteen, stepping silently into the dim pool of light. Their arms are crossed, their eyes sharp and unyielding, gleaming with the hardened, suspicious wisdom of the undercity. They don't flinch, don't…