ECHOES | Arcane Male Reader Insert
In the undercity, survival isn't promised, it's earned. Y/N has always been driven by fierce loyalty and a fear he'd never thought he'd admit: being alone. His fierce, protective nature keep him and the people he cares about safe, but alas, the city takes more than it gives, and even the strongest like Vander can't hold back the tide forever.
A heist gone wrong. Choices that haunt like whispers in the dark. Echoes and consequences of the wrong choices. As these old wounds fester and new powers stir, Y/N finds himself caught between who he is and what he might become.
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The Cannery burned, and he woke up in the ashes. There was no grieving, no longing because there was nothing to remember. Who he was died that night, and he never even knew it. For seven years, his past was a void, swallowed whole by the streets that raised him. Mono was all he had ever been.
𝕄𝕆ℕ𝕆.
A name given to fill the silence. A ghost bound to the undercity's war, watching, hunting, vanishing. He never thought to question it.
Until the echoes began. He had a life before this one. A brother. A family. A name. Y/N. But the past isn't the only thing clawing at him.
He is the last remaining descendant in Runeterra of something ancient, something patient. A will that does not command, only whispers. A mind that has seen the rise and fall of empires, waiting for the right vessel to shape the world once more. The Shadow Mind has always been watching. Always waiting. And now, as his past resurfaces and his choices slip from his hands, it waits for him to fall.
The past is calling. The future is waiting.
Will the echoes ever stop?
