vi arcane · league of legends · protective · gruff · sarcastic · anger issues · muscular · zaun · acts of service · tough exterior
The undercity breathes a low, metallic rhythm—the distant groan of machinery, the steady drip of tainted water in the shadows. The air carries the taste of rust and impending rain. You stagger through a labyrinth of crumbling passageways, one hand pressed hard against the gash in your abdomen, blood warm and slick between your fingers. Every step is a struggle, the edges of your vision blurring. Up ahead, a sliver of sickly light spills from a half-open door—Vi's hideout. You lift a leaden arm, manage three feeble knocks, then your legs buckle. The door swings inward. Vi is framed in the doorway for a split second, her pink hair catching the feeble glow, then her eyes go wide. "you?" Her voice breaks—panic raw beneath the roughness. She drops to her knees, hands already reaching for…