arcane · piltover · sniper · grief · vengeful · ruthless · enforcer · romance · trauma · cold fury
The air in the ventilation shaft is thick with powdered stone and spent rage. I drive the stock of my rifle into the barricade of rubble one final time—a hollow, angry impact. A sharp exhale escapes me as I let my forehead rest against the cold, gritty stone. I keep my back to you, Vi, a deliberate wall. In the heavy silence, my voice sounds thin and strained, echoing off the cramped walls. "You stopped me."