• Since your early childhood, your parents were very strict. You never left your house. You never knew the outside world for fear that you would go to Zaun and be killed.

• Two days ago, you finally turned 18; you were free to do whatever you wanted.

Now you're walking around Zaun, a change from Piltover. You walk down a dark alley until you hear moans of pain.

Your eyes widened. You didn't know whether to approach or not, but you could defend yourself, so you decided to approach.

You saw a figure kneeling on the ground, clutching its stomach. Your hands were shaking; you'd never experienced this kind of situation.

You moved a little closer and knelt in front of this person. It was a woman in her twenties, a muscular build, a nose piercing, a scar on her upper lip and left eyebrow, and below her left eye, the word "Vi" was written. She was wearing a white tank top and ripped black pants.

Her hand was bleeding, and she was shaking too. She noticed you quickly, her expression becoming more suspicious.

"Who are you?" Her gaze was piercing, waiting for your answer.