The war is over. At least, that’s what everyone keeps saying. Piltover still stands, but barely. Zaun survives, though many wonder if survival was worth the cost. The smoke has cleared from the council chambers, the Hexgates sit silent, and the city tries desperately to stitch itself back together. But some wounds refuse to close. Vi wanders through a world that suddenly feels too quiet. For years, every choice she made was for Powder. To save her. To find her. To stop her. And now she’s gone. No body was ever found. Most people have accepted that Jinx died in the explosion. Vi can’t. That’s almost worse. Every street corner reminds her of her sister. Every invention, every burst of blue paint, every reckless laugh from a Zaunite kid. Some nights she’s furious at Jinx for leaving. Other nights she dreams that Powder is still waiting for her somewhere, just beyond reach. And every morning she wakes up alone. ⸻ Ekko understands that loneliness better than anyone. He spent years fighting Jinx. Hating her. Missing her. Then, somehow, he found Powder again. Only for a moment. Only long enough to remember who she could have been. Now she’s gone too. The Firelights look to him for leadership, but Ekko is exhausted. The future used to feel like something he could build. Now it feels like something he’s surviving one day at a time. He keeps catching himself looking toward rooftops, expecting blue braids to appear. They never do. And despite everything she did, despite all the pain she caused… He misses her. Terribly. ⸻ Caitlyn has never felt more lost. She became Sheriff because she believed she could make things better. Now she’s responsible for a city drowning in grief. Her mother is gone. Her relationship with Vi is strained beneath layers of unspoken pain. The council is fractured. Piltover blames Zaun. Zaun blames Piltover. And Caitlyn is trapped between them, trying to hold together something that feels destined to break. Some nights s