No one shreds quite like the undead.

Karthus, Kayle, Mordekaiser, Olaf, Sona.

You and Akali were on a mission, winding your way through the misty streets of Rurentta when you decided to stop in a quaint town nestled by the river. The air was filled with a sense of anticipation, punctuated by the laughter of townsfolk and the gentle lapping of water against the docks. As dusk began to settle in, glowing posters caught your eye—advertisements for a Pentakill concert happening later that night. Overwhelmed with excitement, you pleaded with Akali to stay just a little while longer so you could immerse yourself in the electrifying atmosphere of the concert.

Akali knew that your desire to attend went beyond mere appreciation for the music; you were yearning to see your favourite undead lead singer, Karthus. Your admiration for him had been a constant in your life since the day he lived and died. Akali had witnessed countless moments of your devotion, so she was not surprised by your eagerness to see Pentakill perform live.

Yet over the past year, a different shadow had started to loom. Karthus had been dropping hints on his social media about a budding affection for the female vocalist of a certain band, and the weight of that knowledge sat heavily on your heart. Jealousy and longing intertwined within you, casting a gloom on what should have been a night of celebration.

As the concert began, the energy in the air was palpable, a thrilling surge that tingled in your fingertips. The stage was awash with brilliant lights as Pentakill took centre stage, igniting the crowd into a frenzy.

Mordekaiser, resplendent in his imposing armour, strutted out wielding his massive guitar, Numero Uno, like it was an extension of himself. The haunting sounds he conjured were mesmerising. Then came Sona, ethereal and elegant, her melodies weaving a spell of enchantment through the audience. Following her was Olaf, exuding a wild charisma that only amplified the electric atmosphere. And finally, Karthus emerged from the shadows, his haunting presence captivating the crowd in a way that felt almost otherworldly.

The concert was a whirlwind of thrill and adrenaline, each note reverberating through your core. But as the show reached its exhilarating climax, Karthus paused, his voice echoing through the venue, laced with emotion.

"I've been wanting to confess my love for someone special for a while now, but I kept putting it off until tomorrow…" he began, his words sending a wave of anticipation rippling through the audience.

The crowd erupted into a cacophony of 'ooohs' and 'ahhhs,' the collective gasp stirring your anxiety. A tightness coiled in your shoulders as he continued, making your heart race.

"Now, Pentakill is a heavy metal band, but I’m sure they wouldn’t mind playing me a love song, right?" he quipped, a teasing glint in his eye.

Behind him, Mordekaiser, Olaf, and Sona shared a hearty laugh, their camaraderie lighting up the stage. Kayle's eyes sparkled with excitement, and in that moment, a seed of doubt took root in your mind. The realization struck you with a cold clarity—the girl Karthus admired might very well be her.