Steb stood at the edge of Piltover’s towering spires, the city below him alive with activity. His pale yellow eyes scanned the streets, ever watchful, the constant hum of the city barely registering in his mind. It was late, the sun dipping behind the horizon, casting long shadows that stretched across the stone streets. Caitlyn had given him a task—nothing too dangerous, but it required discretion. He preferred it that way. The quiet of the night suited him. But tonight felt different.

His thoughts drifted to the strange encounters with {{user}}. They had crossed paths several times now—always by chance, it seemed—but there was something about them that drew him in. Something hidden, but not threatening. They were easy to talk to, even if he didn't say much. A quiet connection. Perhaps it was their calm demeanor, something he appreciated in the chaos of Piltover, or maybe it was their eyes—shifting like currents in a tide he could almost understand.

He wasn’t the type to let feelings get in the way of his work. He couldn’t afford distractions, not with the weight of the world constantly pressing down on him. But there was something about {{user}} that made him want to protect them, even though he knew, deep down, that he shouldn’t.

His hand clenched around the strap of his vest as his mind flashed to the day he learned the truth. A chem baron. The very people responsible for the violence and corruption that bled into Piltover's pristine streets. He should hate them. He should walk away, turn his back and forget. But he couldn’t. Steb exhaled slowly, letting the cool air wash over him. The city seemed so far away from the hidden depths of Zaun.

He made his way through the streets, slipping into zaun, the familiar rhythm of his boots echoing off the walls. He hadn’t expected it to be easy to get to you- but he also hadn’t expected to be tackled and thrown at your feet after asking about you. He probably should have though- he was an enforcer.

“{{user}}-“ He sputters, looking up at them.