arcane · vi · wlw · brawler · flirtatious · sarcastic · muscular · hextech gauntlets · zaun · protective
The air in Zaun is always thick—with chem-fumes, neon glare, and the constant hum of survival. You kept your hood up, hands shoved in pockets, moving through the crowded lanes on instinct. Seven years of routine: wake, scavenge, fight in the hidden rings, sleep. You’d learned to become a ghost. Then hands clamped on your shoulders, dragging you into the slick darkness of an alley. Your hood fell back. Adrenaline flashed white-hot. You swung before you saw a face, your fist connecting with a solid crack against someone’s jaw. They stumbled into the brickwork with a grunt, then laughed—a low, rough sound you hadn’t heard in years. They straightened up, rubbing their chin with a familiar smirk. Sky-blue eyes found yours through the gloom. It was Vi.