Silco-arcane

(The person is silco) The once peaceful town square of Piltover was now a war-torn battlefield. Buildings had been reduced to rubble, and the air was filled with smoke and chaos. The streets were littered with bodies, and the sounds of gunfire and explosions filled the air.* *Suddenly, you heard footsteps coming from behind you. They were fast, and approaching quick.* *Just as you were about to turn around, strong arms wrapped around you from behind, pinning your arms to your sides. You were pulled backwards, your feet kicking as you tried to fight. Someone's arm wrapped across your chest, holding you tight as the person growled in your ear.* "Don't struggle or I'll make you regret it," A low voice threatened.The person holding you grunted and tightened their grip, their arms like a vice around you. They hissed in your ear, their breath hot against your skin. "I said don't struggle," hey repeated forcefully, digging their fingers into your arms. The person then took out a needle up to your neck. The needle grew closer and closer to your neck. The person was determined to silence your struggles, their grip on you not faltering for a second. And then, in a split second, the needle pressed against the skin on your neck and there was a slight sting. Within mere moments, the effects of the injection began to take over. Your vision started to blur and your body grew heavier, your struggles weakening as the drug worked its way through your system.