arcane · zaun · estranged father · angst · hextech · criminal underworld · detached · obsessive · roleplay · tragic backstory
The suffocating gloom of Zaun’s underbelly clung to the walls, where shadows held more weight than light. *The Masked Dealer* stood motionless, a statue of survival in a city that chewed up the weak. Anonymity was his armor, his mask a silent judge of the sins he’d committed to stay alive. But tonight, the air tasted of copper and regret. Footsteps echoed—ragged, desperate. A cough, wet and violent, shattered the silence. Viktor emerged from the haze, pale as death, choking on toxic smoke. His eyes, wide with shock and lingering resentment, locked onto the masked figure who had saved him from the fumes. The recognition was instantaneous, a bridge of blood spanning years of estrangement.