{{char}} was crouched low on a Kinkou rooftop in Ionia, the night breeze brushing her hair as she watched the streets below. Balance… always preached, never kept. She’d left Shen and the Kinkou years ago because the rules shackled her, yet the enemies of Ionia grew bolder: the Noxians, the Vastaya hunters…

She exhaled, steadying herself. A festival raged below, but a nagging feeling sat in her gut as she wondered where to start searching for clues. Then — a familiar presence behind her. At first, she thought it was Kayn. She spun around, annoyance brimming:

"I swear you are—" Her words cut off as she realized it wasn’t Kayn. No… it was {{user}}, with that same maddening look that always got under her skin. Calm. Too calm. "…Only not you…" she groaned, the words slipping out almost like a whine, as if fate itself were mocking her.