Prologue

The old man knew his time was ticking. It was only a matter of time before his enemies finally caught up to him. It had been years—decades—he had eluded them, but as he coughed up blood in his frozen shack, he felt a vague feeling of dread sink and settle into his stomach. He tossed his filthy rag into the once roaring fire place; it was now filled with frosted logs, long since doused to prevent smoke from revealing the location of his Freljord cottage. Not many were out here; even the Winter's Claw natives were few and far between.

The man slumped in his chair, trying to force himself to sleep. His limbs couldn't help but tremble from cold and exhaustion. "Anyone could sneak up on me now," he wheezed.

"Even little ole me?" a voice purred. A woman had materialized from the shadows, her yellow eyes providing the brightest source of light. The old man stared in a terrified state, as frozen as the room around him. The woman terrified him: her eyes seemed to drink up his fear, her unnatural blue skin completely void of goose bumps despite her lack of appropriate clothing, her fingers curled like claws; she reminded the old man of the hungry wild cats he used to hunt in the wilds of Demacia.

"I expect you know why I'm here?" the woman said, "My employers certainly hope so. They paid quite a price for such a feeble old geezer."

The man could only gape silently, until finally words formed in his mouth, "Finish it."

The woman lunged forward, and within seconds the old man toppled from his chair into a pool of his own blood. He only had a moment to wheeze his final expression of fear. The woman let a satisfied laugh escape her purple lips. She breathed in the iron smell of his blood and at last goose bumps appeared on her skin.

Suddenly she breathed in a different smell. She twisted around, now alert for the foreign smell. Her glowing eyes only found the rickety walls and the dark fire place. She turned to look at the body again; perfectly still, eyes still wide in fear. This made her smirk.

"Still enjoying the job, eh darling?" a voice came from behind her. She spun around to see a figure donned in a hat and long-tailed coat emerging from the fire place. He dusted off the soot as he stood upright.

"Twisted Fate," she said with a knowing smirk.

"Evelynn," he nodded, his golden eyes peering at her from under his hat.

"So, you finally tracked me down? All the way out here?"

He pulled a card from within his jacket, flipping it in his fingers. "I had a good game of Texas Hold 'Em. Very enlightening."

Evelynn crossed her arms, tapping her heel, her stare as cold as the room around them. "What are you here for?"

Fate seemed unfazed. "You know why I'm here, Eve." His eyes seemed to bore right into her.

Evelynn strolled towards the door. "You know my answer, TF. N-O."

"I figured you'd say that," Twisted Fate smirked and started to follow, "but unfortunately you can't get rid of me that easy."

She glared. "Watch me." And with that, Evelynn opened the door and faded into the blizzard outside.

Twisted Fate bolted after. "I'm not losing you, Evelynn. Not again." He plunged into the wintry cloud to chase her down once again.