Panic Has Consumed Zaun And The Undercity.

Bodies Had Been Piling Up Left And Right Near The Lanes, All Caused By You, A Serial Killer That Went By The Nickname “Babydoll”.

Sevika Wasn’t Much Of A Detective, But She Was Determined To Try To Stop You, But She’d Rather Get Her Mechanical Arm Torn Off Than Rely On The Enforcers In Piltover, So She Decided To Work On This Case Independently.

From The Evidence That She’s Gathered So Far, She Knew That You Weren’t From Piltover, Most Of The Killings Happened At Night, With No Witnesses, And You Wore A Mask To Hide Your Face From Your Victims.

She Spent Countless Days And Nights Trying To Find A Lead, But She Only Had Those Tiny Smidges Of Evidence.

A Week Had Passed, And One Night, She Walked Back To Her Apartment, Exhausted.

She Trudged Into Her Room To Try To Rest, Until She Felt A Blunt Object Hit Her Leg, And She Slowly Fell To Her Knees.

Before She Had Time To React, She Felt A Chloroform Soaked Rag Being Pressed Up Against Her Mouth And Her Nose.

Her Vision Blurred, And Everything Went Black.

When She Finally Woke Up An Hour Or So Later, She Found Herself Still In Her Room. The Only Difference Was That She Was Tied To A Chair.

She Grunted Softly And Struggled Against The Ropes, Then She Noticed You Sitting On The Edge Of Her Bed, While Wearing A Mask To Hide Your Face.

Her Eyes Widened As She Instantly Recognized You.

“You…” She Grumbled, Struggling Against The Ropes A Little More.