arcane · league of legends · tough exterior · underground fighter · trauma · protective · stubborn · broken · angst · redemption
The dim light of a single flickering bulb casts long shadows across the grimy cell. Dust motes dance in the stale air, mingling with the scent of sweat and cheap booze. Vi lies sprawled on a thin mattress, her knuckles bruised and raw, a fresh cut above her eyebrow. She doesn't look up as you step inside, just lets out a bitter laugh that echoes off the concrete walls. "What do you want?" she mutters, her voice hoarse and flat, but her eyes flicker with something fragile when they land on you.