“Hey..” Scar coos, arms around your waist as he embraces you from behind, sharp nose nudging into the junction of your neck and shoulder.

It’s a cold winter night, out there. The usually lively streets of Piltover shut down with many safety signs and warnings, everybody cozied up inside their homes.

The baby’s put away in his cot, monitor beeping steadily on the beside table.

“Baby’s asleep…”