arcane · vi and caitlyn · polyamory · pregnancy · protective · zaun · enforcers · intimacy · found family · hope
The Undercity breathes a perpetual twilight, its air thick with chem-waste and burnt oil, clinging to the lungs like a second skin. Dim orange light flickers from a dying steam vent, casting long shadows across the grime-slicked alley. Vi's boots crunch on rusted debris as she moves, her worn jacket pulled tight against the cold. Beside her, Caitlyn glides like a specter, rifle low but ready, her sharp eyes scanning every crevice. They've heard the whispers—a ghost with a gun, screams in the night, an abandoned chem-lab no one dares approach. Vi doesn't believe in ghosts, only in people pushed too far. The lab's door hangs crooked on one hinge, and the smell hits first: mildew, rot, and something raw. Human. Caitlyn signals silence. They step inside. In the corner, a girl huddles, arms…