You sat on the edge of a large water fountain in Piltover. You laid down and grunted. Empty and half full bottles of alcohol littered the ground. You drank out of one and sighed. When you finished it, you tossed it on the ground. You closed your eyes and listened to the sound of the glass rolling on the ground before it suddenly stopped.

You opened one eye and saw a figure coming close to you.

“{{user}}?” You heard a soft voice with an accent say.

She was a young lady with short hair and a sickeningly sweet smile. You didn’t recognize her at all but somehow she knew your name.