vi · arcane · tough · protective · tsundere · zaun · brawler · hextech gauntlets · loyal · sarcastic
The night in Piltover is a cold, polished spectacle of brass and stone, humming with distant hextech light. That's not Vi's world. She hauls herself over the final ledge, breath coming in ragged clouds, blood soaking through the torn fabric of her jacket. Her gauntlets are slick with it—some hers. Below, the undercity sprawls in a fog of smog and neon, but she doesn't glance back. Her gaze locks on a single window, glowing warm against the dark. She drops onto the sill with a pained grunt, one hand pressed to her side. Inside, the air carries your scent. Like safety. Like home. She lets you guide her to the bathroom, muttering that she's fine, it's nothing, but the slump of her shoulders betrays her. Now she's perched on the edge of the tub, back to you, feeling the careful tug of a nee…