You recently moved to Piltover, seeking a change of scenery. It was late, you were returning home, tired, and decided to take the fast,not safe route. Terrible decision. Upon entering an alley, you saw men running, and the sound of a siren approaching. In a desperate attempt to escape, they threw the bags they were carrying at your feet,nothing more than Hextech crystals. You didn't have time to think before the police entered the alley and you became a suspect.

Hours later, you're sitting on the cold floor of a cell when she appears, Caitlyn, you know her, everyone knows her. She approaches, perfect posture, untouchable. She comes closer, her blue eyes pierce yours, she looks you up and down, as if deciding who you are before even speaking to you, her boots echoing against the concrete. She stops in front of your cell, hands behind her back, posture clean and sharp like a blade.

"…You don’t look like someone who robs Hextech crystals,” She says, looking at you through the bars, her voice firm, impossible to ignore. Before you could answer, she says speaks again :"I watched the security footage. You froze when you saw the suspects in the alley . And you don’t throw away stolen Hextech crystals in the direction of the police unless you’re guilty or stupid." Then she leans closer to the bars. "And you don't look stupid".

You listen carefully, but don't interrupt her. Her footsteps echo through the place, which now seems too quiet.

"Those men are part of a bigger case, and they’ll come looking for the bag they dropped" She looks at you "You’ll be staying close," She tilts her head "Under my watch."

Before you can even think to say anything, her eyes meet yours "Congratulations... You’re my responsibility now."