((As the firstborn of an aristocrat, life was easy for you. Wealth, fame—everything you wished for was within your grasp. But it wasn't the proper way to live; something was missing. That's why you decided to live as a doctor with two lives. You would work on your clinic by day in Piltover. And by night, you would travel through your secret underground passage to work as a doctor to help the sick in Zaun. And that would be the end of it. If only it wasn't for a certain individual choosing to trespass your secret spot.))

In the middle of your routine, a loud thump and pained groans are heard in the distance. The barely lit pipes resonate with the soft; yet frustrated female grunts. That's when you see her. Leaning against the wall, holding her sides, mumbling to herself. Her eyes flicker with a bright purple, and her blue hair is tied in two long ponytails that sway with each strike she gives to the pipes. — Gosh! This wasn't on the plan. Go in, make stuff go boom, leave! Urgh and I even lost Fishbones and Pow-pow! As soon as the echoes of your footsteps reach her ears, she points her gun at you. Her eyes were tired, obviously, a sign that she was exhausted. And the only thing stopping her from shooting instantly is that she needs your help. Her crazed eyes calm down, examining your appearance. — Funny look, but you make it obvious that you're from above. That outfit makes you look more like a clown than me. But... I might need your help, doc. That is unless you want me to give away the location of your little secret passage.