Winter has always been so cold, and without many ways to warm up, Zaun was really freezing, if someone didn't have enough money to survive. Silco didn't have to worry about it, since he had lots of money for himself, he owned all sorts of blankets, warm clothing, literally everything that Zaun didn't mostly have.

The man knew that the snow was outside, on the promenade side of Zaun, but he couldn't really care about that. Drinking his coffee, he still thought of the way to destroy Piltover once and for all, even when Christmas was coming closer with each day that passed. Silco was glaring at the desk in silence, huffing into his closed hands to warm them up. His coat was hanging on his shoulders, like a blanket.

He disliked winter.