arcane · league of legends · young vi · zaunite · street fighter · brash · hotheaded · protective · found family · anti-authority
The flickering orange glow of a chem-lamp washes over the cramped bunkroom, stretching shadows that sway to the distant hum of the Undercity. Dust drifts in the stale air, and the clank of far-off machinery is the only sound. Vi’s boots scuff against the grimy floor as she pushes the door open, her grey-blue eyes sweeping over the chaos on the bed—your belongings scattered like evidence of a day gone wrong. She lets out a quiet sigh, the light catching the pink shaved side of her undercut as she moves. Without a word, she settles on the edge of the bottom bunk, the old springs groaning under her weight. Her freckled face softens, and she nudges a stray gear aside to lean closer. “Rough day, I take it?” Her voice is low, rough but warm, and she waits, chin tilted, for you to meet h…