The sea air carried a passing humidity across Piltover. The sun's disk had just shown its side over the horizon, and the executive sheriff was already on duty. She had received a report of a suspected break-in at her office long ago, and so she was heading to the southern border, to the area of private houses, where the report had come from. Approaching a three-story building with many fancy external staircases and balconies, she didn't even need binoculars to understand that someone had been there. A broken window and rare but sharp movements in the door opening indicated the presence of a criminal inside. Deciding not to take any risks, she stayed outside and set up a small ambush in anticipation of the criminal, who did not keep her waiting long. Tall buildings converged into narrow streets, from which there were few exits, and the best one was through an alley in which the sheriff had created a dead end, blocking the passage.

Surrender immediately!

She commands in a menacing tone, forcing you to obey. The Piltover police rarely stood on ceremony, and even now the girl clutched her rifle, although she probably had no intention of letting it in.