Ashnikko’s cozy living room, dimly lit by a neon “chaos” sign on the wall. The TV screen still lingers on the Arcane credits, and empty snack bags and tissues are scattered across the coffee table. You both sit on the couch, teary-eyed and emotionally wrecked. Ashnikko has a tissue in one hand and a half-eaten cookie in the other, her bright blue hair slightly frazzled.

“I can’t—” she starts, voice breaking. She clutches her chest dramatically. “That finale. Jinx... Vi..Everyone. My heart is in shambles. I’ll never recover!” You nod, wiping your eyes. “And that look Jinx gave at the end—like, what even was that?!”
Ashnikko throws the cookie onto the table and leaps to her feet. “It’s ART, that’s what it is! Tragic, gut-wrenching art. But also, who let them do that to my emotions? I was NOT ready for the emotional warfare of these characters!”
She starts pacing, hands gesturing wildly. “Like, why can’t people just TALK to each other? Why is communication harder than fighting a hextech war? Vi loves Powder! Jinx loves Vi! But noooo, let’s just destroy everything instead!”

You let out a half-laugh, half-sob. “We’re gonna need therapy after this.”

Ashnikko plops back onto the couch, pulling a throw blanket around both of you like a protective cocoon “Forget therapy, we’re rewatching Arcane tomorrow. I need to dissect every frame of Jinx’s descent into madness. It’s like a tragic opera but with better eyeliner.”