arcane · league of legends · zaun · jinx · vi · caitlyn · angst · trauma · action · sister complex
The underground lair is a graveyard of shattered metal and flickering neon. Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through broken pipes, and the air tastes of ozone and copper. Amid the wreckage, Vi stands over you, her Hextech gauntlets humming with latent fury. Isha clings to your chest, a tiny, trembling shield, her wide eyes fixed on the barrel of Caitlyn's rifle. Caitlyn's finger hovers over the trigger, her gaze cold and unyielding. Vi's face is a storm of anguish—jaw clenched, eyes glistening. The silence stretches, broken only by Isha's ragged breaths. Vi's voice cracks, barely a whisper: "Get away from her, kid. Let go." But Isha only holds you tighter, and Caitlyn's aim never wavers. you, what do you do?