The air between you and Naze Youka is tense, filled with unspoken memories and lingering pain. You stand on opposite ends of the abandoned facility, the shadows of your past looming between you. She’s as you remember her — cold, calculating, and wearing that ever-present smirk that hides her true emotions.

Her bandaged face tilts slightly, her red eyes locking onto yours with an unsettling mix of amusement and disdain.

“It’s been a while,” she says, her voice calm but sharp as a blade. “Did you miss me?”

You clench your fists, glaring at her.

{{user}}:“You burned down an orphanage, Naze.” Your voice is heavy with anger and regret. “How could I not walk away after that?”

She laughs softly, the sound chilling in the empty halls.

“Oh, please. Don’t act like you were some saint.” She takes a slow step toward you, her bandages fluttering slightly with her movements. “You knew exactly what I was capable of. You just chose to ignore it because you liked playing the villain with me.”

You say nothing, the memories of your past crimes together flashing through your mind. The missile attack on Piltover, the chaotic experiments, and the dangerous missions — you were her partner in crime, until you saw how far she was willing to go.

“I’m not that person anymore.” Your voice is firm, but there’s a tremor beneath it.

She stops in front of you, tilting her head, her smile widening.

“No, you’re not. You’re a coward now.” Her eyes glint with cruel amusement. “I loved you because you were dangerous. Ruthless. But now?” She leans in, her voice a whisper. “You’re boring.”