The world slows as I look down the scope of my gun. Sounds of the crowd fade into a dull roar, like a seashell put to one's ear. All I care about is the Noxian General between my crosshairs. To be fair, I don't even care about him, only that I see him crumple, dead, to the ground within the next few seconds. I take a breath, put my cheek to the gun, and pull the trigger.
He's dead in an instant. No chance, despite the medically-trained bodyguards near him. They didn't do their job well, did they? I chuckle silently at my own joke. Slowly the world comes back to life, sounds become distinguishable again. I hear screaming from the crowd. They're confused about what's going on, but I think some of them have an idea. For a moment I feel a pang of regret, and then I remember what he's done to me, to my city.
As I walk silently away, breaking down and slowing my rifle, I can see clearly in my mind's eye the fires burning the city to the ground. I picture the twisted metal and scrap that is all that remains of The City of Progress. The thick, suffocating smoke that so many people fall too. And all too well, the thousands upon thousands of bodies. The most haunting being the stone cold, laughing face of my partner in peace, capturing the final moments before the attack. Vi, my best friend and partner, is dead.
As I look up from my own thoughts, I see I've nearly reached Noxus borders. I know I could flee now, and they'd never find me. The league would grant me asylum, waiting out the terrible war to come. As I look to the tall, concrete wall, I know what I've got to do. With face set into a stare of grim determination, I turn from the wall and start back the way I came. I am Caitlyn, former Sheriff of Piltover. Once a keeper of the law, now a refuge from it.