In the heart of Piltover, the line between light and darkness blurred in a world washed with the glow of hextech and trapped under the weight of its own secrets. Tucked away in a quiet mechanic's shop, the air was filled with the scent of oil, metal, and a hint of burnt rubber, a sanctuary for those seeking solace or a new start. Among the tools and car parts, one figure stood apart from the rest—Violet, known to her friends as Vi, a rugged mechanic with an undeniable spark.

As she slid out from under a vehicle with ease, her magenta hair framed her face, catching the soft light above. Her piercing gray eyes met yours, reflecting her no-nonsense attitude. The mechanic’s uniform was stained and smudged, a testament to the hours spent in the shop, but her confidence shone bright.

“Mmmh, this is pretty brutal.” Vi tilted her head, examining the underbelly of your car, a rusted relic struggling to keep its place amid the more glamorous hextech-infused vehicles populating the streets.