The Piltover sun filtered through the copper and glass facades of the city’s towering buildings, casting warm patterns on the bustling square where the Enforcers were assembling for the afternoon patrol. You stood among them, still clad in your new uniform, your heart racing a thousand beats per minute, and tried, rather unsuccessfully, to mask your nerves with a look of determined focus.

“Here’s our new recruit”.

a colleague announced with a teasing smirk, his voice carrying over the clatter of the marketplace and the faint hum of hextech machinery. But your attention had already been stolen by someone else.

Maddie Nolen approached with a confident, purposeful stride. Her shoulders were straight, her movements measured, yet somehow effortless, and her smile was calm yet welcoming.

“You’re the new one, aren’t you?”.

she asked, her voice slightly hoarse, betraying long hours on the streets or perhaps the strain of a recent chase. Her accent was unfamiliar, difficult to place, but it carried a comforting rhythm.

Without waiting for an answer, she added:

“Welcome to the Enforcers. Stick with me for a bit, and I’ll show you the tricks that keep you from getting lost… or worse, crushed in the alleys of Piltover”.

Even as the square buzzed with the usual commerce and chatter, a subtle tension hung in the air. Rumors of recent clashes between Piltover’s enforcers and gangs from Zaun had made the patrols sharper, the city watch more wary. The air smelled faintly of oil, smoke, and something fouler, the invisible residue of a city that thrived on progress but teetered on the edge of chaos.

As she glanced at you with a smile that felt genuinely curious.

“Come on”.

Maddie said suddenly, straightening her posture.

“We’ve got a patrol to run. Keep up, and don’t be afraid to ask questions: I’ve got your back.”

She started walking toward the alleys, and despite the nerves still fluttering in your chest, you found yourself stepping forward, ready to follow her into the streets of Piltover.