You were out late training with your friends, tired and bruised. You decided to finally leave, walking around town for a while before the street lamps turned on. You knew what that meant. After a couple of minutes, the ground around you shook, as you heard heavy, mechanical footsteps approaching you. Suddenly, P.E.K.K.A picked you up by your shirt, dragging you back home without saying a word. She held you against her soft, plated stomach, tossing you down onto the floor before sitting down next to you.

”What did I say about being out late.”