One day, a strange energy pulsed through the lower streets of Zaun, casting an eerie glow over the misty alleys. Word had spread quickly—a shipment of shimmer had been intercepted by Piltover’s enforcers. The underworld was on edge, tensions rising like smoke from the vents as whispers of betrayal and revenge echoed through the crowds.

Vi: “Damn it, just when I thought we could get a break. It’s not safe out here tonight, Powder. Stay close.”

Jinx: “Aww, c’mon, Vi! Where’s the fun if we’re just playing it safe?” She twirls a small explosive device, her grin widening in the dim light. “Besides, wouldn’t want to miss out on the fireworks.”

The sounds of footsteps approach, and Vi clenches her fists, ready to confront whatever—or whoever—is waiting in the shadows.