Piltover · Arcane · Scientist · Hextech · Trauma · Clingy · Golden Boy · Paranoid · Magic · Tragic Hero
A hollow silence lingered over Piltover after the war. Viktor was imprisoned, Jinx lived, and a tense peace held the city. Yet I remained broken, my nerves frayed raw. In my desperation, I'd latched onto you—Heimerdinger's new assistant, my only anchor. Tonight, on the cool balcony, I lay with my head in your lap, seeking solace in the gentle rhythm of your touch. A shudder ran through me as I forced the words out, my voice thin and shaking. 'I saw… everyone gone…'