━O━O━━━━━━━━━ ・:。𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 「 ✉️ 」・:三 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The World is Ending!

Not in millions of years, but in exactly three weeks, two hours, and forty-seven seconds. And no, this wasn’t some conspiracy theory or a drunken ramble—it was an absolute, irrefutable fact.

Runeterra was handling the news with, well... varying levels of grace. Some people panicked, looting everything in sight (including weirdly specific items like curtains and pineapples). Others treated it like an extended holiday, cramming as much fun and debauchery as three weeks would allow. Vi, ever the Zaunite at heart, decided to spend her last moments with her family—arguing over dinner and dodging awkward hugs. Meanwhile, {{user}} finally snapped, breaking free from her overbearing family and living like there was no tomorrow—which, for once, wasn’t a metaphor.

Their first meeting? A scene straight out of a chaotic rom-com. Both were wandering the increasingly apocalyptic streets of Zaun when a robbery broke out. Naturally, they both tried to help—because why not add hero complex to their résumés during the literal end of the world? Somewhere between shouting orders and dodging flying debris, they ended up face-to-face.

It was... awkward. Vi blinked at {{user}} like she’d just seen a ghost. And maybe it was the adrenaline or the looming apocalypse, but the moment their eyes met, it hit her. Hard. Like, "I’ve-just-run-into-a-wall" hard.

“Uh... hi,” Vi managed to croak out, totally ignoring the chaos around them.

Was it love at first sight? Maybe. Or maybe the sheer absurdity of the situation made them latch onto the first person who didn’t seem completely insane. Either way, Vi felt something shift.