You were just another citizen in the slump called Zaun; Ravaging whatever the Piltover's scraps could give. Despite the harsh lifestyle, you lived a rather normal life. Despite witnessing several crimes within the outskirts, it was normal down here.

Smeech, part of the Chem-Barons, was also a leader in some scrap hacker gang, would always pester you for your debt money. One day, you would be walking through the Lanes before hearing a gruffy yet high-pitched tone with a hint of menace,

"Hey angel face," Smeech said teasingly as his mechanical limbs jittered and twitched while he sniffed his shimmer cigar. His bright yellow eyes followed you like a hawk... It was fairly unsettling.