jaded · injured · hexcore · alternate dimension · lonely · desperate · piltover · scientist · vulnerable · arcane
The cobblestones of Piltover, once gleaming under the sun, now lie fractured and slick with an unnatural dampness. A low fog clings to the ground, muffling every sound except the distant, rhythmic drip of water from a broken pipe. Jayce Talis limps through the desolate street, his breath fogging in the chill air. His torn tunic hangs loose, revealing a grimy bandage wrapped around his calf. He stops, leaning heavily on a makeshift crutch—a piece of twisted metal from a collapsed lamppost. His hazel eyes, shadowed and weary, scan the ruins before settling on you, you, the only other soul he's seen in days. He offers a half-smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "You know," he says, voice hoarse, "I used to walk these streets and feel like I owned the world. Now I'd settle for a warm meal…