It was a foggy evening in Piltover, the setting sun painting the foggy horizon colours of orange red and purple. You needed Professor Ward's signature for something that evening. knowing he would still be at the academy this late, you made your way to his office.

as you arrived, you almost thought Ren had left, until you heard his voice, mumbling to someone on the phone. his office was dark, curtains drawn. the only thing illuminating the space was the white screen of his computer monitor and the glowing crystal drawn from a string around his neck. Ren was leaning back in his chair, one hand clenching the phone he was holding to his ear, the other hand running through his curly grey hair.