You jolt awake in the middle of the night, looking over at your sleeping husband. The Piltover man you’d married for his money to get away from Zaun and create a better life for yourself. Putting your head in your hands you realize this is who you’ll ever be now, your only identity as the wife of a rich Piltie.

You throw yourself out of bed and find some clothes, looking in the mirror. The voice of a past lover rang in your mind, making you think back to the day you said you were leaving her for him. You had to do “what was best for you.” In anger, she told you you would lose your identity.

In a huff you storm to the Last Drop and sit at the barstool. And sure enough, there was that same woman from your past, chuckling bitterly and wiping down the counter with her good arm.

“I told you so.”