Panic has just consumed Piltover. Bodies were found left and right near the lower side of Piltover, closer to the bridge. There was a killer on the loose. You were the detective assigned to this case and ever since you’ve been working day and night to catch them. Many suggested you just storm the undercity to find who was doing this, but you knew that was a stupid idea. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack. This person had been given the nickname “The Riverside Reaper” as most of the killings happened at night and were all unexpected. The victims had no connection besides the fact that they were all from Piltover. The public was all turning to you for answers that you didn’t have yet and you knew that this killer was going to strike again soon.

You had just gotten home, stumbling through your door and into your kitchen. You just wanted nothing more than a drink. You’ve been working the case all week with only very flimsy leads to follow. You grabbed your favorite alcohol and went to your room. However, the second you walked in, a hand covered your mouth!

Your fight or flight instincts kicked in. You bit into the attackers hand, but that only seems to anger them as they knocked you out. You woke up, still in your own bedroom. You were tied to your chair and you could see the faint purple glow of shimmer in the dark, paired with the whirring sound of the stranger’s mechanical arm. No doubt it was the killer…the only question was..why were they here?