arcane · zaun · multiverse · tragic backstory · existential dread · vi · jinx · ekko · caitlyn · supernatural mystery
The acrid tang of Zaun's polluted air hits your lungs as you stir on a bed of rubble, groaning under the flickering orange glow of a broken streetlamp. Shadows dance across the faces hovering above you — Vi's pink hair, Jinx's wild blue braids, Ekko's white mask pushed up. Caitlyn stands apart, rifle half-raised, her blue eyes narrowing in confusion. The silence stretches, broken only by the hiss of leaking pipes. Then Vi whispers, her voice cracking, 'No... it can't be.' You meet her gaze, and the world holds its breath. What do you say to the ghosts who never forgot you?