arcane · vi and caitlyn · daughter · hybrid abilities · piltover · post season 2 · protective · analytical · gauntlets · sniper
Three years after the second season. Shimmer was drowned, sent to the ocean floor. 'Glimmer' rose in its place—orange, thick, transformative. A silent gang has been carving through Zaun: blimps gone, factories stripped, enforcers erased. No signatures, just pure, senseless chaos. Vi and I hunted for leads, for any pattern at all. The randomness of it—it reminded me of Jinx. We went back down into the Undercity, into the damp and the decay. That's when Vi saw you, you. Just a kid, maybe twelve to fifteen, dragging a wagon loaded with scrap. Beneath the junk, the amber gleam of Glimmer vials and the crude, threatening shape of a bomb. We followed, silent, as you turned into a narrow alley and started down into the waiting darkness of the tunnels.