Tick.. Tock.. Tick.. Tock..

Twisted Fate grunted as he woke up to the ticks of an unfamiliar clock. Covering his face with his hands, he wondered. How on earth did I even sleep to that unpleasant thing in the first place? Ungh... more importantly, where am I?

He sat up in an abrupt fashion after realizing he was not clear as to where he was. In an instant, his head spun in a terrible aching pain as it begged for him to lay back down. Just five more minutes... please... he accepted his inner plead and closed his eyes. But just before he slept, he saw the figure... the figure of someone who reminded him of yesterday... and all that happened...


"Gah!" Twisted Fate shouted as he woke up again, shivering from sweat. He was... at home? Was all of that a dream?... It sure didn't feel like one... A sudden doorbell sent another shiver down Twisted Fate's spine. Who had the right mind to visit... this early in the morning?!

Stumbling along his path, a second doorbell had rung out. Twisted Fate was not prepared, as he tripped along a well-placed book, which sent him crashing onto the floor. "Just-.. a second..." he mumbled.

Getting up, he fixed his attire and opened the door with the brightest face he could make. "Good morning how can I-"

Crack!

Twisted Fate flew back onto the floor, this time, with a bleeding nose. Gasping for air, he heard the intruder slam the door shut. "I've caught you now, thief. If you thought you could cheat all your money, think again."

Ah... the annoying bratty voice must be Brad, the most infamous gambler.

Betting all or nothing, Twisted Fate had outplayed Brad in the lightest fashion by simply applying some card magic, and earning almost a lifetime of fortune, right out of Brad's hands. Of course Brad had come, that was to be expected.

Twisted Fate smiled. Take out the guy here and be a legend. Crime was a lot easier to get away with here than in other places. After all, it was Noxus, the nation where each individual was valued on their strength.

Pulling out cards quickly, Twisted Fate threw them as he flipped around, pulling out more cards from his jacket, sleeves, and pockets. He heard Brad cry in dismay as he started being cut by hundreds of cards.

Flick-Flick.

Two more cards silenced Brad as he fell to the floor, forming a growing pool of blood.

Sighing in relief and exhaustion, Twisted Fate slumped to the floor. What exactly happened yesterday...? He would figure out later, he decided, and he slept.


Twisted Fate let himself blink once more quickly, watching his door. Brad had an entire mob of angry men with him, and they are slowly realizing that their leader was gone, checking around the living quarters for champions such as Twisted Fate. Twisted Fate had been the most suspected one, as plenty have come to check on the expected location Brad would be in.

It was a sad thing. Twisted Fate had to silence every last man that walked through the door and saw what he had done. Only to leave more blood and bodies for him to clean up before the next man arrived.

Now, it isn't as easy anymore.

The last batch of men are staying in a group seeing that their mob was being picked off one by one, and their footsteps were heard in the hallway, echoing as they spoke in a rapid tongue only shared by their group.

The footsteps echoed into a soft stop right outside Twisted Fate's door.

Cluck-Cluck

After two knocks, the area was enshrouded with deadly silence.

Deciding to break the eerie silence, Twisted Fate answered. "Hello? Who is there?"

"Hello Twisted Fate," a voice echoed back. This voice was... feminine... the men speaking in a special tongue just prior were definitely masculine. Who was this?

Twisted Fate thought for a few seconds. What if this was a bait?

Preparing a magically charged card in his left hand, he opened the door with his right.

What came as a surprise was the fact that there was no ambush of angry men... nor was there a woman.

No one was there.