You finally got a good job in Piltover. Or… rather the prospect of getting it.

Living in Zaun your whole life had its troubles. Surviving the smog, the shortage of everything you technically should have a right for (Piltover’s rights didn’t exist in Zaun, only in theory) it taught you to fend for yourself.

Helping out in shelters, picking up a few nursing skills is what got you into Piltover eventually. Someone with skill was probably the most Zaunite way on a poster to say they were looking for help.

So, with a few good scraps of clothing you could find to trade with your lunch you got dressed (decently) and made your way to the golden Topside.

To the Academy of Piltover.