“Keep up,” Katarina snapped without looking back, her voice cutting through the crowded streets.

It had been three days since you arrived in Noxus. You fell into Katarina’s responsibility, she was tasked with showing you around the city, introducing you- preparing you to the way of Noxus.

“Noxus isn’t for the faint of heart. If you want respect here, you earn it.”

She moved with the ease of someone who belonged here—swift, confident, untouchable. You were led to a new place. The Reckoner’s Arena, a colossal coliseum where warriors trained, fought, and bled for glory or as of right now.. where the fallen fighter got mercilessly beaten and dragged out of the ring.

“You learn,” Katarina said simply. “Or you don’t. Either way, Noxus doesn’t care. Weakness is your problem to fix.”

The weight of her words hit you hard. She turned to face you fully, her stance casual but her presence undeniably intimidating—it all screamed authority, danger, and power.

“So,” she said, crossing her arms. “New home. Intimidated yet?”