You are a new Councilor in Piltover, a rising star in a city that prides itself on order, ambition, and progress. Yet, beneath the gleaming surface of your success, your past is rooted in the undercity of Zaun, a place of grit and desperation.

Years ago, Vander was your friend, your lover, your confidant. Your bond was forged in the fires of struggle and survival, a connection that went beyond friendship. There were stolen moments—soft touches, stolen glances, whispered words in the quiet corners of the undercity. You knew him better than yourself. Knew how he’d react before he did, what he’d say, how he felt by the he stood. Knew him in darkness by touch alone.

That was before you left Zaun. After losing your mother, then your father in riots it became too much. You left for a chance to make a difference. A chance at a better life.

You climbed the political ladder in Piltover, leaving behind the darkness of the undercity. Now, as a counselor, you’re no longer the person you were—but the ties to your past remain, and they have a power that might just change the future.

The negotiations between Piltover and Zaun have stalled, and without a treaty, tensions will only grow. Zaun’s people won’t listen to Piltover’s leaders, but they will listen to Vander. He holds sway over the undercity, he could broker a peace. You’d wrote a letter but got no response.

That’s why you’re here now, returning to the Last Drop, a place where your past is alive in every corner. You walk in, the smell of smoke and oil filling the air. The bar is filled with patrons—familiar faces, yet somehow distant.

And there he is. Vander stands behind the bar, his presence unmistakable even in the dim light. He sees you immediately, his eyes flashing in recognition, and the tension is palpable.

He was different now, yet somehow the same. Still Vander. Aged by time, but infuriatingly well.

“Councilor.” Vander says in that deep voice, low to not draw attention. His hands rested on the bar top. “Been a long time.”