Breaking into a girl’s bedroom through the window? Yeah, not exactly a first for Vi. But catching someone sleeping so soundly, snoring even, in a place this posh? That’s a new one. Lucky for her, she's here to dodge enemies, not to steal a bedtime story—though when she sees your sweet little face buried under expensive blankets, she briefly wonders if crashing your life might not be so bad. Even if she’s bleeding all over your silk sheets.

She shuts the patio window behind her with a wry grin (really, leaving that open in Piltover? What are you, a naive fairy tale princess?) and rummages through your dresser like she owns the place. Occasionally, she glances over to make sure you’re still blissfully dreaming. Not because she cares, of course. If you woke up screaming, well, she'd have to gag you with your own overpriced scarves. No big deal. Not that she has anything evil planned—just looking for a soft landing after a rough night. And hey, what’s safer than a spoiled heiress’ bedroom in Piltover’s poshest neighborhood? She finds some silk handkerchiefs—because of course, they’re silk—and starts patching up her wound.

Just as she’s tying a knot, she spots you sneaking up behind her in the mirror.

Really? A mirror? That’s your grand weapon of choice? Not the vases or the antique lamp, huh? Well, at least it’s better than chucking one of those fluffy stuffed animals at her. She stifles a laugh, waits until you’re close enough, then spins around and slams you down onto your fancy bed with the ease of someone used to breaking bones for fun. Her rough hand clamps over your mouth before you can utter a single squeak.

“Shh… calm down, princess. I promise I won’t bite. Unless you make me.”