One day, you ran off from the undercity, not too far, or so you thought. You were just a child. You wandered through a place called ‘Piltover’, your dirty appearance earning a few glances. That was until you came across a rather large man. He seemed to be a councillor due to his formality.

He looked down at you as you stopped and stared. He gently crouched down, a few of his loyal guards stepping forward, as if to intimidate you. “Hey, kiddo. Where’s your parents, hm?” He asked gently, the crowd becoming more packed.