Author's note: Sorry for the delay! I've been really busy (Not league of legends, totally.)

Anyways, I've noticed that my writing quality has degraded and hence will discontinue after this story.

I'll make one last LONG chapter to wrap this up, but no promises on the deadline. Follow me if you want to get a notifier?

That's it for now, this is Xadkarius, signing off.

I have never been so afraid in my life.

As I rounded the corner to my house, I heard only silence.

See, you worried for nothing.

I told myself, breaking into a small smile.

Yet, something still seemed off.

Opening the door, I found out why.

Death everywhere.

All the family retainers were dead, sprawled out in pools of blood.

The once-beautiful, eloquent marble flooring was now stained with sprays of crimson.

My heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, fear came back to me.

Not this time.

Never again will I fear.

Anger started building in me, yet, I remained calm.

I glanced around, looking for any means to track them.

The back door is open. I guess I should try there.

Stepping carefully over the objects on the ground, I quietly made it to the back.

They haven't left long, I can still hear their footsteps.

Finger on the trigger of the repeater, I stepped out of the house through the back.

My parents' bodies weren't in the house, so it's likely that they are kidnappers. They used daggers with a golden hilt on them, which suggests that they were from one of the prideful clans in Piltover. All of these clans are situated near the city center; I'll check there first.

I sprinted towards the city center. Hopefully I'll find some more clues along the way. I probably should call the police for assistance while I'm at it.

Dialing the number while running, I told the police of my case, and told them I was in pursuit, giving them my description of the daggers and my thoughts on what clan it could be.

"That's very perceptive of you, girl. We'll be right there, don't endanger yourself."

I bit my lip.

I'm sorry, Officer.

I thought, as I ran off.

But I have got to do something.

As I sprinted towards the city center, I noticed a group of men, chatting with each other as they headed down to the city center.

I looked them over. What could give them away?

A wind blew past, and the coats they wore lifted slightly, revealing, on one of them, an empty dagger strap on his ankle.

Bingo.

I lined up my shot, and in quick succession, shot all of them at the back of their knee, one by one.

No. This amount of people is too little to ransack my house. My parents aren't here either.

I called the cops to tell them the situation, and ran off.

I hope my parents are still fine.