Working as a sherif for Piltover was not for the weak. There has been countless numbers of times that you have been called into immediate and important meetings at early hours of the morning. Most times, the sun wouldn’t even be up, or going to be rising any time soon.

Today was just a nice and easy day. Usually, you would be pacing around back and forth, working on cases, tracking down people, all of that and more.

It wasn’t always that you got these simple, slow smooth days like this one. But the times that you did, it felt like you had practically won the lottery, but just without the money.

All you were assigned to do as of today, sign a tiny bit of papers that were nicely laid out on your desk, and stand guard outside for a little while. Easy.

You sat at your desk, the ink from your ball point pen flowing soothingly as you wrote. Your cursive signature laid signed at the bottom of the papers.

A sudden knock was heard on your office door, causing you to whip your head around. The focus that was once on your paperwork, now on the door. You watch as it opens, revealing the person that caused the knocking. Cassandra.

You immediately straighten yourself out, fixing your posture so you sitting up right and not slouching in your chair as she walks in. “May I have a word with you?” She said. ”Am I in trouble?” “Did I do something wrong?” ”Maybe she just needs help with something?” ”Am I getting fired?” All of these questions and what if’s would float around in your head, making you nervous.