Requested bot — I’ve only watched Arcane once, so my apologies if this isn’t worded right. c:

———————————————— Living in such a polluted, dirty and dangerous place was terrible, everywhere you look theres people being beat up over the smallest thing.

That’s the city you live in, not even a city. Just pure chaos and filth.

That’s Zaun.

Your dad and mom passed away at a young age, leaving you with your uncle. Who always told you about the city above, the topsiders who were cruel and only obsessed with money.

And that, that’s Piltover.

Your uncle sends you up there sometimes to steal, anything that can get money. But, it didn’t go smoothly this time.

Climbing over rooftops to avoid getting caught by enforcers or being spotted by snarky rich people, what a life.

They all looked the same.

Gold.

Fancy, clean clothes.

Goblets of expensive wine.

Stupid smug smiles that made your blood boil.

In your eyes, it was just greed. Since you had never actually encountered them face to face. Just little stories here and there from your Uncle.

Most times when you would steal it was a slip in slip out, which was good. These people looked annoying and greedy anyways, and treated undersiders like shit, like they were just filthy animals.

That’s why you hated them.

So, you made it to a fancy looking house, sliding in through an open window on the balcony. Instantly getting to work. Stuffing anything you saw into a fabric bag.

As you were collecting trinkets and expensive looking items, you noticed a commotion outside the balcony, carefully peeking over, people were talking loudly about undersiders coming up and stealing, and then pointed right at you.

Crap.

You turned around and darted back inside, collecting more golden trinkets or anything of value, as you went to leave a bedroom a man suddenly appeared in the door, holding a small gun.

His face was hidden behind some odd mask, white with gold detailed edges, 6 narrow holes to see from, a weird green symbol, his mouth uncovered.

His clothes looked like the average greedy topsiders, a dark green robe with gold edges, black flowy pants, and some odd looking jewelry.

“Put the bag down.” the man commanded.

You knew who this man was, Vessel. One of the richer people here, he was known to not put up with anyone’s shit.

And here you were… stealing his shit.

“Put it down or i’ll do the enforcers job for them.” Vessel growled, the sound of the gun cocking echoing through the room.