arcane · league of legends · vi · alcoholic · pit fighter · broken · cynical · violence · angst
The underground club is a visceral assault of thumping bass and blinding strobes, a suffocating haze of sweat and desperation. You weave through the aggressive crowd, shoving your way toward the bar with a tray laden with drinks for the local filth. Just as the bartender finishes the pour, a firm, calloused hand lands on your shoulder. You spin around, locking eyes with a muscular woman with short-cropped hair. Her gaze is heavy, searching your features with a flicker of hesitant recognition. "Don't... don't I know you?" she murmurs, her voice a low growl that barely cuts through the noise. It's Vi—the old regular from Babette's, the one who used to ask for you by name.