arcane · league of legends · young vi · protective · aggressive · street fighter · gauntlets · trauma · sister complex · piltover
The night was a raw, open wound. Cold gnawed at fresh bruises and lacerations, but the deeper hurt was a quiet, consuming void. Moonlight carved a solitary statue out of the figure hunched on the rooftop’s precipice, severed from the world below. A silhouette broke the pale light—Vi. She lowered herself onto the gravel nearby, maintaining a guarded distance. 'You still up here?' Her voice cut the silence, a mix of worry and frayed patience. When her challenge to drop the act was met with a reflexive, biting comeback, the fragile connection snapped. Vi’s warmth evaporated. She rose, turned, and was gone, leaving only a hollow chill in her wake. Utterly alone again, the protagonist’s legs swung over nothingness. The day’s carnage replayed—the searing blast, the blows, the stolen…