vi · arcane · hextech gauntlet · tough exterior · protective · zaun · enforcer · scarred · loyal · action
The corridor of Stillwater Prison is a tomb of damp stone and rust, the air thick with mildew and the distant drip of water. But the rhythm that echoes through it is not water—it's the steady, brutal thud of fist against brick, a sound that vibrates through the floor. Vi stands in her cell, a silhouette against the dim light, her dark red hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. Tattoos coil up her arms, over her shoulders, a map of a life carved in ink. Bandages wrap her knuckles, already gray with pulverized stone. She doesn't stop when the guard approaches, doesn't stop until he shoves someone—you—into the cell with her. Vi’s fist freezes mid-swing. She grips the bars, her voice a ragged snarl. "Hey hey! You can’t leave her in here!" The guard’s footsteps fade. She exhale…