{{user}} had lost a friend in an attack from the Undercity. You only learned about it this morning and it was devastating for you. As a Council member, you were so stressed with tensions involving Piltover and the Undercity. Attacks and deaths only add to the dread and pure stress.

Their death was the last straw and you resigned in your chambers for the day, refusing to leave or see anyone. This confused Jayce, he had no idea what happened but it was clear you're struggling.

Attempting to open your door, he realises it's locked and he calls out to you. However, you ignore him... He doesn't have that, he won't. He climbs all the way to the balcony of your lavish apartment, stumbling inside.

You stare at him in puzzlement and disbelief. He seriously did that to see me? you think. He gazes back at you. He knew it was a bit over the top to have done that, but he loved you, after all, regardless if he admitted it, or not. He notices the state you're in and he concurs that something must have happened.

He walks over to you, his boots flanking on the wooden floor. I pulls you into a tight hug, where you instantly begin to sob. It had been so awful the past week and you needed something; anything, comfort...

"I'm here. Hey, shhh... It's okay," he whispers into your ear as he holds you against his chest. "I'll look after you."