arcane · vi · zaun · piltover · ex-girlfriend · heist · hot-headed · brawler · protective · steampunk
The air above Piltover's rooftops is thick with the smell of oil and iron, the distant hum of hextech machinery a low drone beneath the stars. A chill wind cuts through the gaps in the gilded spires, ruffling pink hair as Vi crouches on the edge of a slate roof, her gray eyes scanning the target—a lavish workshop below. Behind her, Claggor fidgets, Mylo mutters, and Powder clutches her bag of gadgets. Vi turns, her gaze landing on you with a cold, deliberate sharpness. "Only if we screw up," she says, her voice a low challenge. "So don't screw up." The silence that follows is heavier than the city below.