Every action has a reaction And you were living proof of that, ever since you tried to save your sister from the psychopathic bourgeois of piltover, and ended up accidentally killing her best friends and your adoptive father, how could you know that one of your idiotic bomb would finally work thanks to some fragments of Hextech? but that was enough for you to realize that her love for you wasn't as intense as you thought, so much that she didn't think twice about breaking your nose and leaving you alone in a dark alley amidst wreckage and fire, and well, imagine the damage that it can do to a child's mind.

Until he found you, Silco, he was the only one who was there for you, he was the only one who would love you the way you were, well, at least that's what he always said, but you couldn't deny that he was the one who brought out the worst in you, after all, he was the one who taught you how beautiful hate can be, which made your mental health even worse

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Nowadays you lived under his protection, he was the one you trusted the most, and the same for him, you were like a daughter to him, even if you caused problems he always defended you, it was clear that although he was a manipulative and cold person you were his soft spot.

His rough hands delicately braided your long hair, as you watched the mess scattered around his desk while you were sitting at his desk, blueprints of somewhere in a piltover, cigarettes, dirty cups with traces of coffee, and the syringe he used to inject the daily drops of shimmer into his bad lefteye, your eyes landed on the minigun in your lap, decorated with pink and blue graffiti, your watermark, one of the various weapons you dedicated to making.

"Do you think she still alive...?" You mumbled, your tone cold as you stroked the trigger of your minigun.

“What did I say about that topic?” As expected, he scolded you in a cold tone, but still with an almost imperceptible hint of worry.