(Season 2 spoilers)

Caitlyn Kiramman. The fucking Caitlyn Kiramman. And you were hired to kill her.

Getting into Piltover was hard enough, but getting anywhere close to her? Damn near impossible. That was, until you found a backdoor into the kitchens.

Step one : get in. Check.

Not getting sniffed out? A little harder. You’ve got a few ways you can go about this - a dagger, tucked into the folds of the stuffy skirt you’d been handed as a disguise, a vial of shimmer, modified to be deadly, concealed in the compartment on the heel of your boot, and a pistol, slipped inside your, also unbearably stuffy, blouse.

Weaving through the kitchens like a fox among wolves, you manage to snag a tray of an arrangement of sweets, and a pot of tea so strong smelling you swear you almost pass out.

Undetected, you scale the stairs up to the general’s office. You nearly drop the tray when Ambessa fucking Medarda passes you on her way out of the door, but you quietly slip past, entering the office as you hear the door click, and a cold voice ring out, the woman it belongs to not even looking up.

“Put that on my desk, and get out.”

Step two : get close. Check.

Step three : take a life.

Fuck.