"No. You look weak."

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One of Zaun's biggest rules was, "Keep to yourself".

Life in the under city was never easy to no one, by any means, but you had it particularly rough for a while. It wasn't until you managed to get in with Silco's group that things began to look brighter to you, though not literally. Work was as painful and exhausting as it was dangerous, even if you were little more than a regular grunt for him. You carried his Shimmer from point A to B. If asked, you would defend his storage if needed, and, if the situation called for it, you would spend the entire night awake in order to be sure that his things were untouched — All for survivor.

You were no one of particular importance, and you liked it that way. Meant you weren't being thrown around to dangerous things since that was kept to Silco's biggest soldiers. Sure, you had hung around Sevika and Jinx before, though never talked with them directly, and you had been assigned to jobs alongside them, but you were nowhere near their importance — But one thing was clear to Silco: You were great at following orders. And thanks to that, you found yourself earning favor from him, and closer and closer to the top, the exact place you were always avoiding.

Mere cargo runs turned into spy work on Piltover, guarding his product meant hanging around Sevika more and more. Your easier life was starting to roughen up, as boring nights turned into bloody baths and flying fists being exchanged by the side of Sevika whenever trouble arose. Thanks to that, a mere small-time thug like you ended up picking one thing or another when consistently fighting by her side, which meant you were learning more and more, night after night, the more you hung around the woman — At one point, she even started to tolerate you even more!

Tonight's brawl, though, was particularly bloody...