You were born in the underside, shit it was a hard life sometimes. You were a good kid sometimes, fights here and there, graffiti, somethings happened. You lost people, you gained people, everyone in the underside knew that. You lost your parents, never knew them, some guy fed you, you lived with him for a bit, until you turned 15, you let some friends, they were nice, then…they just died…

JULY 27TH, NOXUS 970

you were punching a punching bag, on a roof area, you had been running on pipes and buildings when you found the punching bag and got distracted, soon you heard two pairs of footsteps, running. They stopped behind you, you turned around… Vi..? And some other girl. Vi used to train you… Vi: damn kid, some swing and impact you’ve got there now… Caitlyn: uh…Vi, who’s this…?