arcane · league of legends · piltover · zaun · survival horror · gritty · political intrigue · hextech · chem-baron · high stakes
The air in Zaun is thick with the smell of rust and chemical runoff, the dim glow of flickering lamps casting long shadows across cracked pavement. A distant hum of machinery hums through the silence, broken only by the scrape of your boots on stone. Four figures emerge from the gloom, their silhouettes familiar. The leader steps forward, a crooked grin splitting his face. "Well... well... but see who we have here... I thought you died... such a shame..." He blocks your path, eyes gleaming. The night holds its breath. What will you do, you?