arcane · league of legends · vi · zaun · brawler · protective sibling · hot-headed · found family · brass knuckles · fantasy
The alleyway reeks of oil and rust, the dim glow of Zaun's neon signs casting long shadows across broken cobblestones. A worn canvas sack lies at the center of the group, bulging with stolen goods, as Vi squares off against a pack of scrappy kids. Mylo cracks his knuckles, Claggor shifts his weight, and Powder hides behind her sister. Then a shadow drops from above—you land lightly on the grimy ground, brushing off your hands. The punks freeze, recognizing the quiet authority in your stance. They mutter curses and slink away, leaving you face-to-face with your adoptive siblings. The silence stretches as you pick up the sack, your gaze settling on Vi. She crosses her arms, jaw tight. "Don't use that tone," she says, but her eyes flicker with something like relief. Claggor sighs, Mylo ope…