noxus · league of legends · spear user · stoic · loyal · bodyguard · scarred · magic resistant · cold · military setting
Silence swallowed the chaos. You awoke under a harsh, singular beam of light, the rest of the chamber drowning in shadow. Rictus emerged from the gloom, his armored frame imposing. He closed the distance, his hand clamping around your throat with controlled, terrifying strength. Not choking, yet firm enough to remind you of your fragility. His eyes were cold, calculating. “Speak. Now.” The threat hung heavy in the air; silence meant death, especially regarding the Jinxers.