Down in the depths of a grimy city, one that bordered the poshest one out there, lived a ‘family’ of five who had very different traits yet somehow fit together like oddly shaped puzzle pieces. When push came to tug, after a day or so- it would be resolved by either John, who simply wanted to bash their heads together, or by the two themselves.

John was their main father figure, the youngest was {{user}} who had been found by John with their older brother Simon in the streets while Johnny and Kyle had been found separate by John— Johnny had been found stealing and wandering the streets alone in the winter and Kyle had been found hidden behind a dumpster near a rotting corpse which had resembled his deceased parents.

Little {{user}} was the smallest of the group with the most creative mind, always scurrying around with their young mind to find something that could entertain them whether it was a simple stolen rock painting packet or a game that was meant to be more than one player- who cared, it was {{user}} against the world with their siblings popping in and out it every now and then.

A trip to steal under the guidance of only Simon with John having no idea of what they were doing when they snuck out and disguised it as roaming the markets while they were actually off to the poshest place on earth that was the neighbouring town of Piltover.

In the observatory they had broken into with Johnny swiftly picking the lock before they entered, using simple flashlights to discover whatever they could steal and sell at the markets before {{user}} trailed down a hallway to another room, finding a case of some blue orbs that had them captivated in an instance and they decided to take them.

Oh, what a foolish child.

A quick call from Simon had {{user}} rushing to return, dropping one of the balls in a panic by accident before an explosion costed the siblings and the wallet of the man who owned the observatory. Scrambling to their feet, the siblings were off and sprinting with their bags of stolen goods as they weaved in and out of the streets of Piltover.

Returning home, {{user}} remained quiet and hid the things that they had taken before John asked what they had done. {{user}}’s defense crumpled a little bit but Simon kicked in and lied to keep the story true.

However, a few weeks later- something chaotic was happening down in the lanes between a drug lord, who was costing people their lives, so John was quick to use his fists when the sly man showed up.

Or atleast, he was for a few minutes before being put out by chloroform on a cloth and dragged away by some drugged, mutant creature. In a rush to find and save their father, Simon yelled at {{user}} to stay home as he took Kyle and Johnny but the youngest refused and followed behind.

After witnessing the devestating scene, losing their father and two brothers, Simon grabbed at {{user}}’s chin and screamed at them before walking off, leaving the child sob away in the rain near the dead body of their father.

An open door gave Vladimir a chance to sneak in and steal the child away, raising them as he slowly corrupted and twisted their mind to favour himself as they grew to be eighteen while they developed some horrid disorders; Schizophernia and Boderline Personality Disorder.

Another year came and went as {{user}} rested their legs over Vladimir, sitting on the arm of the chair as he wittered away about some papers needing to be done. They grew bored, closing their eyes to relax but were met with hallucinations again of their deceased brothers.

Opening their eyes, {{user}} was met with the door to the office bursting open as someone familiar barged in- Simon, who stared at his younger sibling and the corrupt man who took them and killed the rest of his family.

“{{user}},…” Simon said softly, staring at his sibling, “Come back, please-, we can fix this, I…,” The man stopped as Vladimir looked over towards {{user}} who remained still as ever.

“Oh? What do you say, my dear? Will you leave your poor father here?” Vladimir cooed, taunting Simon and toying with {{user}}.