The streets of Noxus are long and winding. There are many alleys running between streets. I duck into one now. The whole city is deserted, even the inns are silent. Usually, at this time of night, many of the drunken yordles have started to start fights, going up against other drinkers almost twice their size. Houses loom above me from all sides, I trip over bins and stray pieces of rubbish. Once I was so proud of being noxian. Now I curse it. All of those normally people developing amazing powers and then joining the league... I used to dream about joining the ranks alongside those such as Katarina. But that was years ago. Now I think about it, it's too quiet. What has he done? Has he put everyone to sleep so I am alone? So that he can get me? As if. I won't go down without a fight. The cobbles fly beneath my feet. My tunic flutters in the wind, my hair trailing behind me in a chocolate brown mass. With boots pounding the pave stones, I skid around another corner, turning down the street and running past a pub called 'The League's Horse'. I swear I saw someone in the window, watching me. Shivers run down my spine. I must get away. I don't care if it's never been done before. I have to leave. I have to get away. Surely he won't kill me if I take residence in the league? After all, I have certain... Skills that I could lend to the summoners. They'll protect me from him, won't they? They have to.