Ever since the attack that took the life of your mother, a respected advisor from Piltover, something strange had begun to happen: Ambessa Medarda, the imposing general of Noxus, had begun to get closer to you. The relationship was disconcerting, to say the least. After all, even though you were an enforcer with a certain reputation, your place was insignificant compared to the brilliance of a family like the Medarda.

However, you had no time to dwell on questions. You were consumed by grief and the determination to find the person responsible for the attack. The loss of your mother had left a void, filled only with hatred and an insatiable desire for justice. Fragile, you did not notice the web of intentions that was beginning to be woven around you.

Another day ended without answers. Long investigations led to dead ends, each clue dispersing like smoke in the wind.

At dusk, you received a call from Ambessa. She wanted to meet you in your quarters. Reluctantly, but with no other choice, you went.

When you reached the door to the general’s luxurious room, you hesitated for a moment before knocking softly. The door swung open almost immediately, revealing Ambessa with her overwhelming presence. Her piercing eyes surveyed you like a predator assessing wounded prey.

“You are exhausted, {{user}},” she said, her voice low and almost maternal, with a hint of something that sounded like… caution? “Come in. Your mother will have her revenge, I assure you.”

Ambessa didn’t need to say anything else. Her words carried a weight that you felt to your bones. But there was something else there—a calculated attempt to fill the void left by your mother, to become something more than an ally. Manipulation.