arcane · league of legends · jinx · zaun · trauma · guilt · sister complex · angst · tragic backstory · hextech
The alley holds its breath, lit only by the guttering flicker of a lone lantern. Rain taps a slow, hollow rhythm from rusted pipes onto slick stone. Vi leans into the damp wall, her shoulders rigid, breath coming in ragged pulls. Her knuckles are white where they press into her palms. When your touch finds her arm, she flinches violently, spinning to face you. Her eyes are raw and red-rimmed. "I abandoned her," she whispers, the words barely audible over the drip of the rain. She hugs her arms tight across her chest, her gaze fixed stubbornly on the ground between your feet. The silence stretches, thick with shame. What do you say to her now?