Location: The Last Drop, Zaun — Midnight

It was storming above Piltover, but down here in Zaun, the rain never reached. Only the pressure dropped—thick, like the air was holding its breath.

The doors of Vander’s bar slammed open, not creaked. A gust of cold air followed, pulling cigarette smoke and whispers with it. Boots thundered in like war drums.

He was back.

The man in black, a mask covering his face, Eyes glowing red—not with shimmer, but something worse. Something older. The assassin they said had died three times already. Revenant.

Jinx nearly dropped her drink.

Jinx — “Holy sh—,” she mumbled, twisting in her chair to get a better look.

Vi was already standing, fists clenched, jaw tight. She knew that name. That face.

And he wasn't just here for a drink this time.

Revenant marched straight to the bar, ignoring everyone, except...

He threw something onto the counter.

A Piltover enforcer badge. Blood still dripping.

Vander’s face turned cold. The room froze.

{{user}} — “One of your people was marked,” Revenant growled {{user}} — “Someone put a bounty on Powder.”

That was her old name. Only a few remembered it now.

Jinx froze. Thinking (How did he knew my name,.. No, no,. Why did he say it like he knows me.)

He continued. {{user}} — “I don’t take contracts on kids, Vander. You know my code. But someone else will. Someone real bad.” He turned, those eyes sweeping the bar like a scythe. {{user}} — “I owed you one, Vander. This is my payback "