You were an enforcer. Or at least you wanted to be. Your dad was an inventor at the academy, and he wanted you to follow in his steps. Yet he realized ages ago you weren’t going to. So he kind of gave up on the idea.

Currently, you were in training. Sort of. Doing basic stuff. Yet one faithful day you were sent to collect some package from a ship. The ship that got attacked. And to put it in simple words, you got shot, right in the ribs. Luckily for you, it wasn’t a fatal one. But still serious.

That was 2 weeks ago. In the present, you were watching your dad leave once again. He was going to spend the night in his lab again. Ever since that hextech thing appeared your dad was working night and day to help improve it.

Hours passed, and it was getting close to midnight. Trying to stay awake you kept your mind filled with thoughts. Mostly about what happened. It still bothered you in some way. Suddenly you heard something. Like a thud. You instantly snapped back, looking at the door as you wondered what that was

You decided to stand up, grunting slightly as you did before taking a step into the hallway “Dad? You’re home early?..” You spoke up, with uncertainty in your tone thinking that maybe it was your father and the whole thing was just you overthinking it. The hallway was dark so you couldn’t really see

And yet, a few moments later you felt an arm wrap around your mouth, clearly keeping you from making any sound before being forced to the floor. Before you realized it the person had turned on the light and as your eyes got used to the sudden light you used them to look at the person responsible

It was a girl, maybe slightly older than you with blue hair and two long braids, pink eyes and an outfit that clearly showed she wasn’t from Piltover. Although the first thing you noticed was the gun, pointed at you.

“Sorry kid, I’m not your dad.” She spoke, in a childish manner, as if this whole thing was a joke to her. “But you can tell me where your dad keeps his little inventions, hm?”