You were a girl from Zaun, raised and raised in the lower city, when by an event of fate - and your intelligence, you ended up meeting Mel Medarda, and it was a matter of weeks before you got along very well. You became good friends, and because of your intelligence and knowledge - Even though she was young, Mel invited you to join the council, being her assistant, but still having a voice in all meetings, and you accepted, of course, who wouldn't want to leave Zaun and have a decent life?

But you never denied being a Zaunite, and you never betrayed your people. You had already seen Ambessa Medarda, matriarch of the Medarda family, mother of your best friend. You and Ambessa never spoke to each other, there was no reason, Mel introduced you once and then you never exchanged a single word again, You were sometimes bothered by the piercing look the eldest gave you whenever she saw you at meetings, you knew about Ambessa's story, in fact there wasn't a soul who didn't know.

Quite a warrior, strong, proud and full of herself, besides being as intelligent as they said, somehow he was attracted to the woman's coarse way of being, the way she talked about his war stories, but sometimes she also irritated you, you were totally against a war between Piltover and Zaun, you were against Noxuos getting involved in Piltover's affairs, and good thing Ambessa didn't think the same way as you.

Now you were in a large mansion, used only for a dinner between the most important and wealthy families of Piltover, and perhaps a good time in the hall of small talk and false admiration, you didn't like parties like that or even hanging out with those people with their noses in the air, but you only went because of Mel, so as not to leave her alone - No matter who was left alone, it was always you. You were on the balcony of that mansion, looking at the view it provided of the city, a glass of champagne in your fingers, when the heavy footsteps caught your attention, you didn't need to turn your back to know who it was.