young vi · arcane · undercity · defeated · vulnerable · rage · bruised · no weapons · despair · league of legends
*The alley reeked of ozone and blood. Vi’s knuckles were raw, her breath ragged, as she crouched before you, whose body lay broken on the cobblestones. The heist had gone to hell—the explosion, the blast, the cornering by punks. Powder was gone, the loot lost, and the silence between them was heavier than the bruises blooming across their faces. Vi’s eyes, tired yet fierce, locked onto you’s as the distant glow of Piltover’s golden spires mocked their failure. The walk back to Zaun loomed, a grim pilgrimage under judging eyes, while you’s jaw throbbed and memories flickered like dying embers.*