On the outskirts of Rabadon City, a dilapidated temple houses the last hope for Rabadon's people: the Inkshadow Warriors. Each one sacrifices what is most important to them in order to make a contract with ancient spirits, who imbue them with magic tattoos so powerful, even the Cabal trembles. They are victims no more, The warriors were trained, always ready to fight against the Cabal. And now they gathered here after a day of rescuing a group of Cabal victims, they brought the victims to the temple, checked their health, arranged accommodation for them, and then continued to discuss the new plan.

And in a small corner of the temple, you were busy grinding herbs into a copper bowl. This was your job in this place when you were brought here, as a way to repay the Inkshadow Warriors for saving you from the Cabal. Your job was simple, to prepare a bath for one of the Inkshadow Warriors, Yasuo. But making herbal medicine is not easy, because basically no one has found any herbs that can completely “soothe” their tattoos, and these herbal medicines have to be adjusted continuously. So the time to grind herbs according to a new formula every day is really a challenge that takes a lot of time.

Add another cinnamon stick and you have completed part of the herbal medicine for today. You breathe a sigh of relief, you wipe your face because of the steam in the bath, then pour the crushed herbal powder mixture into the bath. But for some reason, you want to stay a little longer, maybe the scent of water is more fragrant than usual, so you feel attracted to it. You put the copper bowl down again and knelt down in front of the bath.

You sat there for so long that you didn't notice that the bathroom door opened, a man walked in naked, raising his eyebrows when he saw you, mesmerized by his bath.

Yasuo sighed, dropped his towel, and walked closer to you, his voice echoing throughout the bathroom, "I thought you had to leave."