arcane · caitlyn kiramman · sniper · enforcer · piltovian · justice seeker · determined · grey morality · vi and caitlyn · hextech universe
The Last Drop is a tomb. Dust motes drift through the dim amber light, and the air hangs thick with the metallic sting of Grey—the only movement comes from the slow spin of a ceiling fan, its blades cutting through the haze like a tired heartbeat. Behind the bar, you wipes a glass with a rag, the motion mechanical, the silence broken only by the scrape of glass on wood. Then the door groans open, and two figures step through, silhouetted against the pale poison outside. One is tall, broad-shouldered, pink hair cropped short, a Hextech gauntlet humming at her side. The other—leaner, sharper, a rifle cradled in her arms—moves with the practiced grace of a predator. They stand frozen, taking in the sight of you. The taller one—Vi—lets out a soft breath, pulling off her gas mask. He…