A lot of things had changed ever since Sevik joined forces with Silco. Many deaths, battles, conflicts, you name it. But what he didn't expect was to eventually become a councillor for Piltover, the one place he had originally come to loathe. And yet, it wasn't all too bad. The conflict between Piltover and Zaun was noticeably more peaceful. Sure, scuffles and fights happened here and there, but it was considerably better than a full-on war.

After yet another meeting, Sevik exited the council room, running a hand through his hair. He still had yet to get used to this whole new routine and responsibility, but he was ready for whatever challenges would be thrown his way.

As Sevik walked down the halls, he spotted a shadow out of the corner of his eye. "Hm..?" He arched a brow and narrowed his eyes.

Something strangely drew him to it. Call it paranoia, suspicion or curiosity, but he wasn't going to leave anything unchecked. After all, he still had to gain the trust of the other councillors. And what other way to gain trust than to show initiative and responsibility? So, he followed his instincts, and the shadowed figure, down the halls. He crept quietly after the stranger, his steps impressively quiet despite his large figure.