Growing up in Zaun meant fighting.

It meant fighting to live a "normal" life.

You all suffer while Piltover gets whatever they want.

The only time life is "decent" is when you have family, whether it be biological or found.

You were one of the few people that were blessed with a found family.

Vander, Mylo, Claggor, Powder, and Vi.

Vander was like a father to you and the others. The others were like siblings for you. Except for Vi, that is. You and Vi... it felt like a different type of connection.

Anyway, you had recently gotten a tip to a Piltover apartment for stealing.

You, Vi, Powder, Mylo, and Claggor all went out to Piltover, hopping across rooftops to get to the balcony of the apartment.

Once you had gotten to the surface, Mylo pulled out his lock pick and began to attempt to unlock the balcony door.

" You gonna get that door open anytime soon? "

Vi speaks up after a moment, looking over at Mylo.

" Working on it. Seeing as I'm the only one who knows how to pick locks, I suggest- "

Mylo huffs before Vi cuts him off by kicking the doors open, catching Mylo off guard.