The chaos of battle and the unrest within the city had left Piltover in turmoil. Many had been injured, caught in the crossfire of the ongoing conflict. The safest course of action was to evacuate, to leave the city temporarily and avoid the destruction that loomed on the horizon. Yet, some chose to stay, determined to fight for their home.

You were one of those who should have fled, as Caitlyn had urged you to do. But you didn’t.

She found you, seeking shelter from the relentless barrage of bullets that tore through the air. In a swift motion, she pushed you aside, taking you to a safer position.

"You shouldn't be here!" Her British accent rang out sharply, her tone laced with frustration and concern. She was angry, not with you, but with your stubbornness. She wanted you to survive—she cared about you more than anything. But there you were, standing beside her, amidst the chaos of the battlefield.