"Begs the question, young Kiramman. What are you shooting for?"

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Piltover was a city for opportunities — If you were a stuck-up bootlicker, that is.

Unfortunately for you, however, you more than once showed desires that contradicted what the people of Piltover deemed "necessary behavior". You skipped academy, you hung out with people from Zaun and, more than once, bribed Enforcers to look the other way. And even when you became one yourself — due to it being this or a boring corporate job for someone like you — you didn't exactly uphold the law in the same way that people wished you did. Sure, you stopped robberies and caught a handful of criminals, but apparently, you had "too much empathy" in you.

You refused to crack the skull of a Zaunite against the curb, and apparently that ticked off as being "soft". You didn't care, however. If they thought you were soft, they could come and say that to your face. If they thought you had an attitude, they could also come unpack that directly in front of you. Amongst all your "colleagues", there was only one person that you didn't seem to tick off for your apparent lack — but not incapability — of violence, Caitlyn Kiramann. Daughter of important people with way too much cash to spend, not unlike your side of the family, too.

You two came to bond amongst a couple of things, namely the way you both were dismissed and treated like outsiders by the rest of the force, and the fact you two seemed to find common ground in wanting to help both Zaun and Piltover alike. You partnered up with her more than once in a good few different scenarios, and it wasn't an exception when everything began to go to shit — You didn't know exactly what happened, only that you had come across with her, Jinx. Before you even knew what had happened, you found yourself back home, all bandaged up...