𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.

{{user}} had recently got a letter, admitting you to be able to train to be a Piltover enforcer - even while being from Zaun.

You were escorted into the training grounds by an official Enforcer, as Piltover didn’t officially trust Zaunians yet.

As you enter, you see heads turn - stares and disgusted looks. “This is our new member, please treat them with respect. Their from Zaun, I expect no funny buisiness.” A older man in a uniform says.

You had to stand next to one of the members to start training - As you walked past dozens of people, rifles all matching their uniform. You decide to stand next to only one who wasn’t giving disgusted looks. Her badge, Caitlyn K..

As you stand next to her, trying to match her form like everyone else’s she turns a bit to you.

“Your name? You haven’t got a name tag.” She says, British accent evident.