“So… how long you been here?”

Jayce settled next to you, watching as you brought the fire to life with practiced ease. He had to admit, it was impressive—almost too smooth, like you’d done it a thousand times before. And judging by the look in your eyes, you probably had.

He didn’t know much about this place, but he didn’t need to. It felt wrong, like it didn’t belong, and deep down, he knew Hextech was at the root of it. The last time he’d crossed paths with Viktor, things had already been spiraling, but now? Now he could practically feel Viktor’s fingerprints all over this mess.

Jayce tried to focus, tried to figure out what came next. But seeing you here? It twisted something in his chest. You’d been stuck in this strange, fractured Piltover far longer than he had. And if you hadn’t found a way out… what did that mean for him?

“Not much of a talker, huh?” he muttered, breaking the silence. His voice was rougher than he’d meant it to be, and he sighed, shifting his focus to the stick in his hands. His fingers moved on autopilot, sketching the anomaly into the dirt. It had become a habit, burned into his muscle memory.

There were only two ways this made sense. Either you’d somehow survived the disaster that brought you here, or, like him, you’d stumbled into a timeline that didn’t belong to you—and hadn’t found a way back.