The sound of children talking and laughing filled the room. Teachers stood around at the sides, watching the kids and discussing their own matters. All was good.

A quiet gagging noise entered the din of the cafeteria. Not a single head was turned, not a single person cared. It faded away, and a wailing cry took its place.

Streetlights blinked off one by one as the night faded away from the Piltover skies. The tall buildings emerged from the shadows and into the light. People began filling the streets of snow one at a time, as they awoke from their sleep.

In Suite 702 of Building 14 of Residential Area C, a clock began to beep, signaling 7 AM. A hand shot out from the bed as it wandered its way to the snooze button. Urie sat up, still not completely aware of the morning. Her head was ringing with a dull pain, but she did her best to ignore it. Sliding her feet into her slippers, she walked to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. Her lavender hair was a mess, and reached for the brush.

She missed it and knocked it to the floor.

Urie sighed as she reached down, picking up the brush. She ran it under the faucet briefly before running it through her hair. This usually took around three minutes, since her hair was too long to get it all in one move.

Barking noises emerged as a large dog sauntered into the bathroom, tail wagging. She smiled and bent down.

"Good morning, George." She had named it George since she couldn't think of a good name, and she heard the name George being mentioned nearby when she first got her dog. He was always around since then, and he was the only constant in her life.

Once she finished brushing her hair and her teeth, she returned to her bedroom. Looking outside the window, she saw the snow on the street, people strolling along.

The closet automatically selected her clothes for her, giving her various options, all suitable for the cold weather. The Residential Areas had technologically advanced homes, almost everything automatic to offer more convenience. Very affordable homes, too.

She found a green coat with two purple stripes and buttons, along with matching boots. She set it on the bed, since she couldn't go out in just a coat and boots. Urie found a short lavender dress, with a dark purple leggings. Once she had completed her outfit, she turned to start getting to work. She stopped. Urie pulled out a lavender scarf, white gloves, and a hat matching her coat and boots.

It was cold outside. She didn't like the cold.

She also liked any kind of purple.

The door automatically locked behind her, with George beside her. As she entered the elevator, she had to swing by the fifth floor real quick. She knocked on Suite 506.

After a brief moment, the door opened to show a middle aged woman. She smiled as she bent down to pet George.

"Thanks again, Hora."

Hora watched over and took care of George while Urie was at work. They didn't allow dogs at the Sheriff's office, unfortunately enough.

After saying her farewells to Hora and George, she returned to the elevator. Quiet music played through the hidden speakers, acting as some sort of white noise to fill up the otherwise silent elevator. After stopping at the third floor to pick up an elderly gentleman, the elevator dinged open at the ground floor.

As Urie walked out the sliding doors of the building, the cold air greeted her. She pulled the scarf up, readjusted her pack, tucked her gloved hands into her coat pockets, and began to walk.

Some ten minutes later, she stopped in front of a small store with a sign that read "The Brew Crew". Every morning since she got her job 2 years ago, she stopped by here every weekday on her was to work, and picked up the same medium-sized latte from the same barista. And she wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon.

She walked in, a chime ringing as it alerted the people within of her presence. Four people formed a line before her, and she got in line behind them, watching the TV screen built into the wall while waiting, as it played the morning news. Apparently, this year's annual holiday event at the Explorer's Square would be "nothing like the years before"(!).

Another seven or eight minutes later, she had reached the counter. The girl with long hair and wide, blue eyes smiled at her, as she did very morning since two years ago, except for when she was sick three months ago.

"Hey, Alba."

"Hi, Urie. Let me guess, medium-sized latte with a little extra sugar?"

"You know it."

Alba walked to the machine in the back, and came back a minute later with her drink, mixed a touch of sugar into it, the capped it and handed it to Urie. "40 gold."

Urie already had placed the coins onto the counter, and Alba took them without even counting. "Well, you gotta get to work. So, toodles."

"Toodles." She took a quick drink and walked out the door.

She walked up a nearby staircase, which led to a small platform about 15 feet above the sidewalk, which acted as a stop for the Piltover monorail. Another five minutes later, the monorail arrived and Urie stepped in.

The train was bustling with busy people, all hustling to get to their worksite. The door closed behind her, and the train jerked as it began to move again.

On a screen built into the walls of the monorail, the blonde weatherwoman was talking about more snow to arrive overnight. "And signing off for today, this has been Janna. Back to you, Cyrus."

The train decelerated to a gradual stop, and she stepped off. The stairs led down to another sidewalk, and Urie began to walk again. After a short distance, she stopped in front of a pair of grand, wooden doors, with a sign above reading "SHERIFF'S OFFICE" in golden letters. She stepped in.

The clock above the reception desk read 7:56, giving her four minutes before the office officially opened to the public. She sat behind the desk, took her hat and gloves off, and turned the computer on. The screen blinked on, and she waited.

A lot of her job was around waiting. She had to schedule appointments for the sheriffwhenever one was necessary, she had to make copies and whatnot when it was necessary, she had to answer calls and emails when it was necessary. When nothing was necessary, Urie simply sat around, looking up things to occupy her time on the computer, making sure the sheriff never saw that she was doing something else.

Few minutes later, the door swung open to allow a tall, black haired woman to enter.

"Good morning, Urie." The woman greeted her, speaking with a slight accent.

"Morning, Ms. Caitlyn." You always addressed the sheriff with a title of some degree. And that was respect.

Caitlyn walked up the stairs and disappeared from view, and a door opening and closing in the background.

And so the sitting around began. Hours passed, and Urie got two calls and two emails to reply to. Nothing more. As 1:00 rolled around, the phone rang. And as she did two times earlier today, she answered it.

"Sheriff's office, this is Urie. How can I help?"

"Could I talk to Sheriff Caitlyn?"

Urie checked a small chart stapled to the wall, which was the schedule Caitlyn left on her desk every morning. "I'm sorry, she's in a meeting currently. If you leave me the message, then I can pass it along to her."

"Well, a package has arrived for her."

She wrote it down. "And where is this package to be picked up from?"

"The Greenhouse."

Another scribble. "Great. I'll pass it along to Ms. Caitlyn soon."

"Thank you."

"Have a nice day."

"You too."

The caller hung up.

And besides that, nothing interesting happened. 5:30 creeped its way to the office, and footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs as Caitlyn walked down. Urie had forgot about the package.

"Oh, um, Ms. Caitlyn?"

Caitlyn turned around to look at her.

"There was a call earlier today about a package at the Greenhouse for you."

A new expression came over Caitlyn's face, maybe relief? Maybe exasperation? Tiredness?

"Alright. Thank you, Urie. Have a good evening."

"You too, Ms. Caitlyn."

As the sheriff walked out the door, a young man walked down the stairs. He was one of the many intern/assistants at the office.

"Hey, Urie."

"Hey."

"We're going out for a drink after we lock this place up. Wanna come?"

"Can't. I promised I would watch over my neighbor's kid tonight."

"Alright. See you around then."

"See ya."

Urie shut the computer down, cleaned her desk up, and stood up. Her bag and gloves went back on, and she walked out the door. The assistants would lock the place up.

She, in fact, didn't have to watch over a neighbor's kid. Hell, she didn't even know if her neighbor had a kid. She didn't like to go out for drinks, and she had a very low alcohol tolerance to boot. She wasn't feeling like getting hung over the next morning.

Urie took the same exact route in reverse to get home, swinging by Hora's quickly to pick up George before closing the door to her own suite shut. As the door locked itself shut behind her, the lights blinked on, and, as she did normally, she sat on the couch with George on her lap and turned the TV on. Dinner cooked itself, thanks to the miracle that was the automated homes.

The TV played holiday specials through and through every channel, a cartoon here and there. She let the TV play a special as she got up as George slinked onto the floor. Urie walked to the window, looking at the lights of Piltover's nightlife blink alive, one at a time. She wasn't a big fan of going out at night. It was too hectic and loud, and the one time she went out, she got her bag stolen.

A bell rung as the kitchen indicated dinner had finished. So Urie ate.

8:30. Because today was a relatively dull day, she had finished everything earlier than usual. She sat back down in front of the TV, flipped channels onto a cartoon, and began to flip through her mail.

While it was mostly junk mail, she still had a package she received earlier that day. After struggling for quite a bit, Urie peeled the tape holding the box shut. She opened it up, and it held a small, wrapped object. Once the wrapping was taken off and strewn across the floor, it revealed itself to be a pristine fork.

But she hadn't ordered a fork. Frowning, she picked the scraps of paper on the floor, and the the delivery tag read "Residential Area C, Building 14, Suite 703"'.

"Oh".

So Urie dug around the house for some new paper to wrap the fork back up and put it back inside the box. She taped it shut once more, taped the delivery tag back on, and placed it down on her table. As long as her neighbor didn't ask for that precise wrapping, they would have no idea Urie had got her hands on it. Time to put her plan in action.

She walked out of her suite, and rung the doorbell to Suite 703. After a minute, a middle-aged woman opened the door. Urie handed the box over, the woman thanked her, and it was all good. Only Urie would know.

Despite all that happened since she got home, she had completely forgot to dress into something comfortable. And so she entered her room, and switched out to her pajamas. He wasn't planning on sleeping soon, but she didn't want the hassle of trying to change while she was more tired.

Pulling a blanket from the bed to the couch, she leaned sideways on the couch, George sleeping at her feet. The TV played more cartoons, and Urie watched more of them. As the clock ticked on, Urie's eyes slowly began to slide shut, and the animated noises of the TV filled the house as the night grew darker.

The beeping noise persisted as they panicked inside the dark elevator. The woman on the floor was in pain, her husband beside her, calming her down tto the best of his abilities. A older woman was sitting behind the hurting woman. There were strange glances towards a figures huddled in the corner. Not long after, the woman's cries of pain turned to tears, and the elevator was nearly silent.

"It's dead."

The suite was quiet as the morning arrived. The TV had powered off, and Urie was still sleeping. The only noise was George breathing, as he was lost in his own doggy dreams.

Her eyes slid open slowly as she adjusted to the soft lighting inside the suite. Urie's hair was, believe or not, still organized and only in need of a light brushing. But what surprised her the most was when she noticed she was covered in cold sweat, her hands strangely slippery.

She sat up, stretching. The clock read 10:36, still relatively early in the day. Urie wasn't particularly hungry, so she decided she'd skip breakfast this morning.

She walked over the balcony and looked out onto the snowy park in front of her building. Kids were already out, building their snowmen and fighting with their snowballs. The trees circled the park, topped with white. The artificial lake in the center glimmered in the winter sunlight.

The lake had been built by the Piltover Architecture Corporation, PAC for short. PAC was the largest construction company in Piltover, and they were hired to build almost everything in the city-state. Everything from the lake, the building she lived in, to the coffee shop Alba worked at, had gone through PAC's hand at one point or another.

Urie had no idea how longshe had been looking out into the park, but she was startled back to reality when her phone played a small note. A text had arrived, from Alba.

"Going to watch the new Tracker movie. Wanna join?"

She had nothing to do that day.

"Sure. 12:30?"

"Sounds good."

So now Urie had something to do. The Tracker franchise had been going on for almost two decades. They kept producing it for marketing purposes, and people kept watching it out of tradition. They weren't all that terrible anyways.

Except for the sixth one. That one was just garbage.

She got dressed, and headed out to the monorail once more, waiting for it to arrive. She took it to the Square, where she promised to meet Alba. The blonde girl was nowhere to be seen.

A tap on her shoulder made her jump. When she turned around, Alba's wide eyes greeted her, accompanied by a smile.

"Yo."

"I would appreciate it if you didn't scare me like that every time we go somewhere."

Alba looked amused. "If I don't scare you, how are you gonna know I'm here?"

"... Shut up. We have a movie to watch."

They crossed the Square to enter the movies, or as the sign called it, "Victory Cinema". People were crowded in lines inside, and they slid behind the one on the very right. The line slowly inched forward, since most people didn't bother reserving seats to make the lines move quicker. But Urie and Alba were smart (or at least they considered themselves), so they reserved a pair every single time. Since it was always nice to be one step ahead.

When they finally reached the counter, the clerk spoke up

"Do you have seats reserved?"

"Yes."

The clerk looked impressed.

"Name, please?"

" 2 seats for the new Tracker, under Albacore." Alba was a shortened form of Albacore.

"Here it is."

The machine on the counter printed two small tickets, both which Alba picked up. The clerk said his thanks as they walked past him. The movies were bustling with people, and their chatter filled the building with a hum. Large, glowing signs advertised all sorts of movies, including the newest Tracker they were going to watch.

The third door to the left was their movie, seats 17D and 17E. As they settled in, the movie played.

Alba and Urie decided they didn't really like the new Tracker.

After two hours, they walked out of the dark theater and stretched.

Urie had something to say. "Hmph "

"Is something wrong?"

"I'm hungry. I want lunch."

"And I was actually worried for a second."

"New place opened up on 6th Ave. Wanna go?"

"I'm in."

6th Avenue wasn't too fact from the Square, and took only about 15 minutes by foot. Alba and Urie walked there, their boots crunching in the snow. The streets were jam packed with pedestrians, all hurrying along to get to where they needed to be. 6th Avenue was known because a lot of restaurants existed here, most of them which were almost always full to the brim with hungry people.

The Gromp had just opened up, with people lined up at the door.

"Is it for real called Gromp?" Alba didn't seem to pleased with the name.

"I heard foods not as gross as Gromp makes it sound."

"If I don't like it, you never get to pick we eat forever."

"What if I wanted one last meal before I died?"

"Not gonna let you pick."

They waited in the line for another 40 minutes chatting about everything from the terrible movie earlier to the fork from last night. They didn't seem to mind waiting, until they got to the counter and were led to their table, where a basket of bread waited for them. They sat down.

Urie's phone buzzed as a text arrived. She had to turn the sound off since they were at the movies, and she forgot to turn it back on. The text had come from Caitlyn.

"Occupied currently. Please pick up package from Greenhouse and bring to my place ASAP."

Alba leaned over. "What's it say?"

Urie sighed. "Caitlyn wants a package picked up and brought to her place right now."

"Can't it wait?"

"Nope. When Caitlyn wants it right now, I gotta get it right now."

"Damn it."

The Greenhouse was a farm built by the PAC, and it was designed so that Piltover didn't need to import fresh foods at a high price from farms in Ionia and Demacia. It worked marvels for the food business in Piltover, and made it much cheaper to get the fresh foods.

They took the monorail for around twenty minutes,and arrived at the PAC complex, a location where all the utility structures built by the PAC were placed in. Everything from the power plant to the water filtration plant was here in this fifty square miles. The Greenhouse, thankfully, wasn't too far away from the station, maybe a mile tops. They walked slowly towards it, as Alba pulled the bread from her bag out.

"Want one?"

"I'm good."

"More for me."

They stopped in front of the Greenhouse, and the big grey building loomed in front of them. The door clicked open as it registered the visitors, and they pushed it open.

The Greenhouse's interior was a as expected. Rows and rows of table-like structures stood, each holding maybe a dozen plants, each with its own individual lamp overhead and a small sprinkler. Offices were built into the sides of the building, with the exception of the reception desk at the front. People in white lab coats walked around the interior of the Greenhouse, inspecting plants slowly, one at a time.

"May I help you?" The lady behind the reception desk spoke up.

"Oh, uh... We came here to pick up a package for the Sheriff."

"Give me one second, please." The woman began to type something into the computer, and a moment later, she wrote something down and handed it to them.

"The package should be in this office."

"Thank you."

The receptionist didn't reply as Alba and Urie walked into the Greenhouse. The slip of paper read "Office B3E" so it wasn't on this floor. They took the elevator and hit the B3 button, and after a short delay, the elevator began descend. The door dinged open.

The girls walked out into an underground version of the first floor, with two differences. The walls weren't made of metal, but rather of stone. The second difference was that, instead of being a complete floor, this floor was a ring along the edges of the wall. The center of the floor was just space, blocked off by a railing. If you looked down, then you would see the floors beneath you, all of which were rings just like this one. You could compare it to the inside of a bee hive.

The musky atmosphere of the floor slightly made them hesitate from moving forwards. They walked to the office with a label on the door indicating it was B3E. When they opened the door, there was a cluttered desk with a chair facing away from them. The top of a head could be seen, topped off with snowy white hair.

The chair spun around to show a middle-aged man, maybe around 35, 36. He clearly wasn't expecting visitors, as he looked confused when he saw them.

"No food in the office."

Alba took a second to realize this was directed at her.

"Oh. My bad." She tucked the bread away.

The man stood up. "And what brings you here?"

Urie found it hard to stay concentrated with all the clutter arouthe the office.

"Uh... package?"

"That. Alright. Give me a second."

The man pulled out a small box and placed it on his desk. As Urie's hand approached it to take it, he pulled a knife out and sliced the box open. Startled, Urie pulled her hand back and stuck it in her pocket.

The man pulled a cable out of a cabinet and placed one end into the box, the other into his computer. Only one flap of the top of the box was open, so they girls couldn't see within it. The man began to type furiously. At this time, Alba cleared her throat.

"So... what's your name?"

The man pointed at the door. She turned around and saw a diploma from Piltover University, where it said he was named "Elmore Howden".

Meanwhile, Urie had cleared some things around and discovered a chair and sat down. On Elmore's desk, she could see a newspaper from yesterday, and she pulled it out. The headline read "The Glorious Evolution?".

So she began to read.

Yesterday, renowned Piltover scientist, Jayce, was visited. The visitor was another scientist by the name of Viktor. He had claimed he was an ambassador from Zaun. The contents of their meeting was strictly confidential, as they had met within Jayce's private laboratory within the University. But what shocked people more than the meeting itself was the appearance of this so-called ambassador. Viktor had what seemed to be metal mask and gloves. He also appeared to have an odd protrusion at the top of his back. Several witnesses claim that it is an antenna, some form of a satellite dish, and some even speculate it to be a third hand. While the identity of this protrusion is yet to be determined, one thing is certain: Viktor the ambassador is more than human. When a reporter approached him as he left the University, he had nothing to say besides this: "The Evolution is coming. The Glorious Evolution." Many political experts suspect this meeting to be a result of the recently discovered crystal which Jayce has been researching as (continued on page 4)

When Urie flipped to look at page 4, it wasn't there, as it had fallen out somewhere onto the mess that was Elmore's desk. She wanted to search through the mess for the missing page, but she wasn't sure Elmore would like it.

"There." Elmore closed the box and handed it to Urie, who stood up and tucked it under her arm.

"Well, I suppose you have a nice day."

Elmore replied with a grunt.

Alba spoke up. "Do you have any water, Elmore?"

He glared at her. "Get the hell out."

They walked out, closing the door behind them.

A/N: And there we have it, my first chapter of my first fanfic. It's a little slower than I wanted to be, but I really wanted to give you guys a look into some of the characters and their personality. This chapter's really here to set a setting down more than anything. Second chapter is a little more intense, I promise ^^(p.s., constructive criticism is appreciated)(p.p.s. If some of y'all decide to follow GH, I'd like some comments on if I improve or nah)

Post Edit: added a few things here and there, took out a few things here nas there, found a few spelling oopsies too. Whether I'll make some more edits in the future, I don't know (But I probably will)