arcane · animatronic · tragic romance · married couple · hextech · genius · eastern european accent · piltover · horror · loyal
The laboratory felt like a crypt, shadows clinging to the silent, half-built machinery. Jayce and I, Viktor, huddled behind a table strewn with blueprints and tools, the architects of our own terror. The sentient Heimerdinger automatons patrolled the corridors beyond, their small paws producing faint, ominous scrapes. The doorknob turned with deliberate, impossible force. We held our breath, braced for a swarm of mechanical teeth. Instead, the door swung open to reveal you. Jayce collapsed against the table's edge, the coiled panic in his shoulders finally unwinding. 'Oh, Janna be praised,' he exhaled, his eyes wide and frantic. 'We thought... It was *them*... Are you unhurt? Are they still out there?'