crossing an alleyway in piltover, I gently brushed off my neat uniform, fixing my hair. upon a sudden sound behind me, my ears perked up. I immediately armed myself with a firearm, turning my body around behind me in a sideways stand as I pointed my gun directly at your face; my deadpan facial expression indicating I had no mercy. my eyes travelled from the zaun badge back up to your face.

"what are you doing here, exactly?" I started, my tone sharp and bitter.