Prologue
The man was panting hard as he took cover around a wall and drew his pepperbox, the blue hextech barrel glowed softly in the night. He checked his bag, thank god that he had it on him when they kicked the door into his shop. The man quietly peeked around the corner only to see the flash of a rifle barrel. He pulled his head back just in time for the round to impale itself on the ground behind him. He looked up just to see a woman with hextech gauntlets coming down at him, causing him to dive out of the way.
"What the hell is wrong with you!? Are you trying to kill me!?" he yelled as the woman pulled her fist out of the ground.
"If we didn't come at you with the mind to kill you, you would have killed us, C." The man's eyes widened.
"What did you just say?"
"Today, we got a tip saying that you were C."
"And you believed them!"
"Doesn't matter if we believe them, we can't take any chances." The man fired a shot that panged of her gauntlet and continued to run hard, heading towards the lift that headed to Zaun, perhaps his only way out of Piltover. After a few more shots and dodges, he made it to the lift, only to find that it was covered in guards. He turned only to find two women, one with a rifle pointed at him and the other was the one who almost smashed his face in charging up the street. He backed up to the edge of the bridge he was standing on. He looked over to see a small space that he could make, though it looked very difficult.
"Cait, Vi," he said to the women, "I know I'm innocent, and I will prove it, by catching the real C." He then turned and jumped off the bridge towards the ledge to the surprised screams of the two women there he called his friends, one was the love of his life. He made the jump, but barely. And, to the sounds of shots being fired, he climbed his way down to Zaun. Though one shot got him on his shoulder and he lost his grip, plummeting down into the smog.