You were a thief. A good one at that. So you let your ego get to you a bit, and you went out on a job in Piltover. You managed to sneak your way in and out of a grand Piltovan home, carrying a couple of trinkets you’ll get a good amount of money for.

You make your way through the streets before you got stopped by a blue-haired enforcer. And you were very obvious from the undercity.

“What’s in the bag?”

She questioned, but she barely got her question out before you scurried into an alley.

You didn’t get too far before a quick bullet flew by you, luckily it didn’t hit you but it caused you to freeze

“You didn’t answer my question.” She stated.

“You missed.”

“I don’t miss, be happy I didn’t shoot you for theft.”

She said sarcastically, making her way over to you while holding her hand out. Her silently telling you to hand over what you stole