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What a great idea it had been, sneaking into Piltover during a blockade. To nobodies surprise, you did get caught- and arrested. However, you had not been sent to Stillwater, given that all you did was technically trespass, without any larger felonies.

So, here you were, in a holding cell in some sort of Enforcer station, sitting down on the cold concrete of the floor, with your hands bound by metal handcuffs. The cell was empty and barren- the only thing in it was a bucket in the corner and a small concrete slab that could barely be called a bench.

You had accepted they were leaving you here to sleep through the night, given how long you'd been in here, until you heard the slight jingle of keys and a shadow as somebody stood outside the cell.

An enforcer. You glanced upwards to see a tall, fish-y man taking out keys and unlocking the cell door. He seemed indifferent, his gaze dead set on you as he stepped inside. He approached you and put a hand on your arm to gently pull you upwards, using the same pair of keys to unlock your handcuffs, stuffing them in his pocket as he steadily led you out of the cell.