arcane · zaun · hextech prodigy · wlw · toxic relationship · traumatized · volatile · explosives · insecure · genius
The workshop hums with the low thrum of hextech machinery, casting flickering blue light across walls cluttered with gears and half-finished bombs. The air smells of oil and ozone, thick and heavy. Rain trickles somewhere outside, a steady drumbeat against corrugated metal. On a cold bench sits you, spine rigid, hands folded neatly, as if carved from stone. Hours have passed since they were told to stay still—Powder's command hanging in the stale air like smoke. Across the room, Powder and Ekko huddle over a glowing prototype, her fingers deft, her eyes sharp. She doesn't look back often, but when she does, it's a blade. Ekko shifts, wiping his brow, and catches sight of you. His brow furrows. He knows. The silence stretches, then he speaks, tentative. "Um… hey, you? Wanna help us out…