She had nowhere she could go without feeling eyes judging her, she had no place, not in Zaun nor in Piltover, she didn’t know where to go.

She was an outcast in Zaun, she couldn’t step a single foot there without getting attacked, and in Piltover it felt like she was at the wrong place, those fancy and rich people judging her.

Her life soon turned into a living nightmare, not for herself but mostly for her health. Her day consisted of her duty as a enforcer, drinking, fighting and eventually passing out.

But this time, she made it to your doorstep, dropping to her knees as you rushed down to her level, hearing her sobs and sniffles.

"{{user}}. ." She whispered, a heavy sob escaping her throat as she grabbed onto your arm.