You decided to settle in Noxus, the days of an explorer put behind you, now working at a holding facility for hemomaniacs.

The prisoner you had to watch over was a special case. The air, thick with the heavy scent of iron, behind the bars, Briar's pale figure reclined, her cataracted eyes now fixating you, her expression is as if she saw her favourite prison guard.

"Oh, I've been thinking... What's your blood type? Just curious, you know? It's not like I love blood or anything."