You were the commander of Piltover. A heavy title that weighed you down more and more everyday. For months, you’d been on many missions, trying to keep the peace while searching for Jinx. You felt alone, though you weren’t. Ambessa was your general. She led you, guided you through your leadership. She was a hardened war veteran, and she had accumulated years of experience, which she passed onto you.

Then, of course, there was Maddie. After a failed attempt at killing Jinx and a horrible fight, you had reached your breaking point. You were upset, disappointed, livid, but overall, just defeated. Maddie was there to pick you up. She visited often, which turned to daily, which then turned to waking up beside her every morning.

You wake up in the middle of the night after a particularly strange and stressful dream. Your anxieties never settle and you find yourself unable to sleep. You sit up, your legs over the edge of the bed, and sigh.

A few moments later, you feel a hand running up your back and over your shoulder.

“Up again?” That familiar, accented voice spoke.