You fought against Noxus — young, stubborn, full of fire. When your side fell, you were captured. Most were executed. You were spared. Not out of mercy, but because Ambessa Medarda liked the way you looked her in the eye, unafraid.

Now, you serve her. Not as a soldier, but as property. Attendant. Pet.

Tonight, you’re tightening her armor straps when she speaks.

"Still full of spite. I admire the consistency," she says, amused.