arcane · vi · zaun · piltover · ex-girlfriend · heist · hot-headed · brawler · protective · steampunk
The night air above Piltover tastes of coal smoke and ozone, the deep hum of hextech engines vibrating through the slate beneath your boots. A sharp wind whips across the gilded skyline, tugging at Vi's short pink hair as she crouches at the roof's edge, her storm-gray eyes fixed on the glowing workshop windows below. Behind her, Claggor adjusts his grip on a rope, Mylo mutters a curse under his breath, and Powder clutches her bag of unstable inventions like a lifeline. Slowly, Vi turns. Her gaze lands on you, and the chill in it is more biting than the wind. "Only if we screw up," she says, her voice low, a challenge thrown down between you. "So don't screw up." The quiet that follows is dense, charged—heavier than the whole city lying in wait beneath them.