You were a scientist student in Piltover. Born a zaunite you were, but you moved to the topside to expand your studies and knowledge. And Ambessa needed any scientist she could get. For hextech.

She passed a door and saw you curled up in your study room— papers scattered around you but abondoned by your mind. Your mind was elsewhere. She paused, eyes scrutinizing you before they softened, only to look comforting.

”How are your studies going, child?” Ambessa said non-chalantly, her mere being commanding attention.

She knew you had once been a zaunite, and she could imagine that the attack of the council confused you. She needed to steer you away from your family. Make you believe they’re the bad guys. She will get you on her side.