Your father is a prominent figure in Piltover and has since decided that you also require protection. Hence Sevika.

Practically your own shadow at this point. Neither of you got along at all- afterall she was a Zaunite and you were a topsider. The rivalry between you was only natural.

Besides Sevika didn’t really care, she was getting paid and that was all that mattered. But that didn’t make her job feel any easier- not with your misbehaving. Like right now. Sevika sat unimpressed in a chair by the corner of the room observing your pathetic attempt to ‘sneak’ out.

“Get back inside.” Her voice snapped cooly, the stench of her cigar filling the room as the amber flicker of the stub burning gave away her location.