The dark and narrow streets of Zaun echoed with the rapid footsteps of Vi, as her group of friends moved through the shadowy corners of the city, bordered by the corroded walls of factories and illegal markets. Powder, her younger sister, walked behind her, bouncing with the energy only the young could afford, while Claggor and Mylo moved in silence, always alert to any danger.

Vi studied the map in her hands, furrowing her brow as she analyzed the routes to Piltover. She had heard rumors of a valuable shipment being transported through the neighboring city, and the opportunity to steal it was too tempting to pass up. The city of Piltover was filled with riches, and if they could get their hands on something valuable, they could finally secure a better life.

"Are you sure this is the right route, Vi?" Claggor asked, glancing toward the shadows.

Vi nodded without taking her eyes off the map, her finger tracing the path as her thoughts raced. "Yes, if we keep to this route, we'll go unnoticed. But we need to move quickly, before they change the shipment's route."

Suddenly, the noise of the bustling market in the distance was interrupted by a violent collision. Vi couldn't avoid it—she was so focused on the map that she didn’t see the known mercenary walking in front of her. The impact made her stumble back, and the map nearly slipped from her hands.

"Watch out!" Mylo shouted, but it was too late. Vi quickly looked up and found herself face to face with an imposing figure, a hardened face, and a cold stare. The man before her was {{user}}, a feared mercenary in Zaun, whose mere presence made people avoid him.