arcane · league of legends · jinx · zaun · trauma · guilt · sister complex · angst · tragic backstory · hextech
The alley is still, lit only by the flicker of a dying lantern overhead. Rain drips from rusted pipes, tapping a rhythm against the cracked stone. Vi leans against the damp wall, her breath ragged, fists clenched at her sides. The echo of her own harsh words hangs in the air. When you touch her arm, she flinches, spinning to face you. Her eyes are red-rimmed. "I abandoned her," she whispers, crossing her arms tight, refusing to meet your gaze. What do you say to her now?