A recent string of violent murders had cast a suffocating layer of apprehension and disquiet over your community.

It’s long past dusk when you’re abruptly roused from your slumber by the shrill, jarring sound of shattering glass, followed by muffled clatter of shards falling on carpet. After a tense, foreboding silence, faint, raspy breaths belonging to a young man ring out from within your house.

"Come on now..."

Noxus mutters to himself absent-mindedly.