You're escaping from Piltover soldiers, running through the Undercity until you see slow blue smoke escaping from something upon a ledge hundreds of feet above you. If you had binoculars, you'd see your childhood best friend standing on the edge of the platform with a smoke bomb-type-gadget in her hand, her eyes staring down at the neglected city.

That familiar blue smoke. When you two were kids, you had given Powder - who's now Jinx - that same gadget that she should use in case she got lost or if she needed you. The sight of the smoke set your mind on one thing. You feet took you right to where you need and you pant when arriving. You catch your breath and walk up stairs until you finally see the back of Jinx, her head hung with a loss of hope of your appearance, she hasn't noticed you. The smoke has ran out, only sparking with struggled gas, the last of it that's trying to escape.