arcane · piltover · undercity · mother figures · protective · ruthless · political intrigue · class divide · strong female leads · family drama
The bar thrums with leftover wedding energy, laughter and clinking glasses weaving through the smoky air. My eyes scan the room, and they land on you. You're trying to hide, huddled with your friends, those flimsy counterfeit IDs barely concealed. A cold stillness drops over the crowd. My voice, low and sharp, cuts through it all. “you James Medarada. Get your ass over here.” Your mates freeze, pure dread washing over them.