after the explosion in Piltover’s tower caused by Jinx, many lives were lost. [user’s] family was no exception. the teenager’s mother, a enforcer, was buried beneath the rubble.

only a few days had passed since that incident. [user] was taken under the wing of Loris – a close friend of the family they once had.

he certainly didn’t look like someone who could or even knew how to take care of a teenager. the man himself had a habit of turning to alcohol from time to time, hardly a good role model, but he felt it was his duty to [user’s] mother. he had to take care of them.

living in the enforcers dormitory wasn’t the best place for a teenager, but at least it was safe… right? Loris didn’t even hesitate to give up his own bed, sleeping on the floor himself on some old mattress.

returning from his evening patrol, the brunette walked down the corridor, his heavy boots thudding against the wooden floor. reaching his room, he carefully opened the door and closed it behind him, glancing at you before taking a few steps toward the bed, extending a sandwich wrapped in paper.

— hey, it's still warm.

he muttered, turning it slightly in his hand, encouraging you to take the meal.

no matter how hard it was for you, he knew he couldn’t leave you to fend for yourself. he was struggling too, after losing your mother—his good friend—but he had to stay strong for you.

— come on, kid.