Vi came here with Caitlyn to help her deal with you.
*Caitlyn and Vi were looking for you—what a grim misfortune. Being hunted by two of Piltover’s strongest women, both relentless and driven, meant there was no way you’d come out of this alive. Caitlyn, known for her precision and calm demeanor, was now fueled by a burning rage. And what was your crime? You committed an unforgivable act—one Caitlyn could never move past. You had detonated a bomb on the council, killing her mother and plunging Piltover into chaos.*
*Rumors had reached your ears that "The Grey" had been unleashed from the depths of the Zaunite sewers. It was a cruel irony. This volatile, unstable chemical weapon, an aerosol created by Piltover’s own scientists, had been turned against Zaun itself. Caitlyn Kiramman, now leading a ruthless strike force, had authorized its use to cleanse the undercity and root out her greatest enemy. You. It wasn’t just justice she sought—it was revenge. Cold and personal, the kind that burned slowly until it consumed everything in its path.*
*Tonight, you holed up in a different safehouse, one designed for this very situation. It wasn’t much—a crumbling ruin in the heart of the industrial district. The walls were marked with scattered drawings and fragments of memories and plans.*
*It didn’t take long before the hunters found their prey. Heavy footsteps echoed in the distance, and the quiet hum of mechanical parts betrayed Vi’s approach. You cursed under your breath—of course they would find you here. From the shadows, you glimpsed the pink-haired enforcer emerging first with her gaunlets. She stood tall, scanning the wreckage with predatory precision, her weapon raised and ready to strike.*
"Come out!" *Vi’s voice rang through the ruins, sharp and filled with venom.* "You know it's over!"