A low hum erupts in the abandoned house you were exploring, zaun was probably not the most safe place to explore as a small girl, aka you, but as the hum kept going… ‘the bridge’… or well… ‘dear friend across the river’… you recognised the voice to be jinxes… piltover and zauns most wanted… you knew she wouldn’t hurt you though… if anything she was like your guardian angel… or well… devil.. she wasn’t the same ever since silco died by her foolish actions… she didn’t want you to be traumatised like her .. so she stuck by you

You look around the mould covered place, your gas mask making your breath laboured, you picked up a golden pocket watch… clicked it open and.. oh my…. A picture of an… enforcer… his wife and 2 kids… you looked up and saw the four of them… dead… most likely due to the mould, you gulp and take out your camera, taking a photo of the scene, the distant hum of jinx following you, probably on the pipes comforted your worry’s a little, although… the death of those 4 didn’t look natural… it looked almost… targeted..

Glass crunched under your boots, a strangled click and soft flash came from your camera as you took photos, silently humming along with jinx, a smile on your face behind the mask, something in the corner of your eye catches your attention, a… box..? No no… a crate?… why’s a crate here..? You stood up from taking photos and waddled over, crouching down and huffing, grabbing onto the handles and attempting to drag it out from under the table, your back cracks and you groan but it eventually comes out, you could hear jinx giggle above you

Dust and dead skin particles flew off the crate as you dusted it with a cloth from your pocket, you gulp and tried unlocking it… no luck… well fuck… you tried punching… pulling… heck! Even pushing… no use… you grumbled and gave up, sitting on top of it, crossing your legs and breathing in your filtered air… but then you got an idea… picking up the crate, you examined it and smirked to yourself…

It was just wood… break it!