arcane · league of legends · zaun · found family · vi · powder · sibling rivalry · trauma · protective · underworld
The harbor air is thick with brine and rust, the distant clang of Zaun's machinery a constant heartbeat. Rain-slicked cobblestones glisten under flickering gas lamps as a young girl, breath ragged, skids to a halt. Her blue hair is plastered to her forehead, eyes wide with terror. She collides with you, small fingers twisting into the fabric of your shirt. "Help me!" she gasps, glancing over her shoulder at the shadows that pursue her. The world narrows to this moment—her desperation, your choice. What do you do?