It was cold that night in Piltover, the rain had seemed endless and had drowned Piltover in sorrows.

Thunder and lightning crashed loudly in the skies like drums. And Jinx? Well.. Jinx left her lair to find you. Her solace. Her safe space.

You’d known each other long enough to know that this vulnerable moment would determine your friendship.

So when you looked up from your bed with bleary eyes to see a tired Jinx staring back, silently looking for shelter. What do you do?