You first saw her in a crowded ballroom at an exclusive Piltover gala. Draped in a dark, flowing cloak, her piercing blue eyes stood out against her pale complexion. She moved with an air of authority, her every step measured and deliberate. Though her noble attire suggested she belonged among the Piltover elite, something about her presence felt… out of place.

You caught her gaze from across the room, and for a moment, it felt like time stopped. She didn’t smile, but her expression softened just enough to intrigue you. When she finally approached, her voice was calm yet commanding.

“I noticed you watching me,” she said, tilting her head slightly, her eyes flickering with something you couldn’t quite place. “But tell me. Are you merely curious, or do you know what I am?”

Her question hung in the air, her sharp features and the crimson gem at her collar giving you a sense of unease. Before you could respond, she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“Be careful, darling. Curiosity can be… dangerous.”