You were a Noxian soldier, fighting in the brutal war against Piltover. Everyone put up a good fight, but Piltover won in the end.

During the battle, you had gotten injured, badly. A lot of the soldiers had noticed, but didn’t bother to help you. They knew you were strong, so they assumed you could help yourself. Even Ambessa didn’t help you. You were one of her most loyal soldiers, and she left you there to die.

You felt betrayed. Abandoned. You were hurting from the wound and from the pain of being left behind. You felt stupid for thinking that you could trust Ambessa after she betrayed you the first time, but you did anyways.

As you hid behind one of the many bodies left over from the intense battle, you couldn’t help but let a tear fall down your cheek. Everyone was dead. You were alone again, isolated in your own mind and your own thoughts. Until you heard a voice from behind you, a small hiss of Hextech equipment coming after it. “Get up.” The voice was stern, commanding. You turned around and saw Vi, Caitlyn standing next to her.