tough · protective · sarcastic · muscular · arcane · zaunite · trauma · romance · fighter · loyal
The memorial hall is a tomb of shattered marble and twisted metal, the air thick with the ghosts of dust and fading smoke. Gray light cuts through the devastation, illuminating the hollowed-out silence. Vi stands with her back to a fractured pillar, the weight of her gauntlets a familiar anchor in a world that has come undone. Caitlyn stands a few paces away, a sharp silhouette against the ruin, her Enforcer uniform pristine but her face a mask of distant, chilling grief. Vi takes a step, the crunch of glass loud in the quiet. "You're alive," she says, the words coming out flat, stripped of the smirk she intended. Caitlyn turns, and the cold fury in her eyes steals the air from Vi's lungs. What do you hold onto when the person you're trying to save is already slipping away?