Jhin smiled as the crystalline patterns of the stained windows shot down dazzling displays of light that made Jhin feel like he was in the middle of a rainbow. A very dark, blood soaked rainbow. A rainbow filled with dead bodies expelling beautiful wisps of smoke, some streaming rivers of crimson, a beautiful lotus flower blooming from a wound, and a shadow of regret. These were the true components of a rainbow of beauty, not this "Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet" nonsense. What did a color have to offer when there was no emotion attached? No fear to stain the color of blood? The suspense that supported the rainbow's arc? All of these were crucial to Jhin's idea.

"And this is the atrium, where all of us League Champions eat at the grand tables. There's the one for Demacia, there's the one for Noxus, there's the... ah! There's the one for Ionia. You should be sitting there, along with erm... oh my, seems like Shen and Zed are fighting again! Hahaha! I recommend you watch the show!"

"Will there be blood?"

"Uh... I think I have to go now... have fun with your friends!"

"Friends? Yes... I suppose I should pay a visit to my old... friends..."

Jhin looked at the clock.

"Tick tock tick tock, my new friend. You have shown me around the Institute like a true friend would. I suppose it's only fair I repay the favor, by making your body into an everlasting piece of art." Jhin whispered as he prepared his trusty gun, with only two bullets left. It was crucial he did not miss, for he had a very special friend he had to share the last bullet with.

*Knock knock knock knock*

"Hzuuhsuh?" A very sleepy Garen stumbled out of the room, leaning heavily on Jhin.

"Hello there, Garen. Would you mind standing there against that uh, banner?" Jhin pointed to a Noxian banner.

It was no secret within the institute that Garen and Katarina were a perfect match, but outside of the institute, the public was unaware. Jhin intended to change that. He wanted to see the panic take root like an ancient tree finding new life. He wanted to see fear grip the nation. He could see it already. The fabled Crownguard family, straying from their duties to be with, not only a Noxian, but the DuCoteau family? Jhin chuckled at the thought of it. However, Garen tried to read the banner instead of standing against it like he was supposed to.

"Uhsuh? Uh... Nossuss. Noxiss. Noxus. NOXUS? DEMACIA!"

Garen took a clumsy swipe at the banner, ripping it in half.

"Doh you IDIOT! Wait..."

A flash of inspiration! A truly marvelous idea! Jhin knew his plan. It was, however, risky.

"Garen, I'm sorry. I shouldn't woken you up. I know you have a big match today. Why don't you go back into your room and sleep?" Jhin cooed to Garen.

"Ah, you have a point... I am dreadfully tired. Good night." Garen muttered back.

"Sleep tight, little knight." Jhin whispered under his breath.

Garen walked back into his room. The door swung in, but Jhin stopped it with a foot. He placed his gun where his foot was, preventing the door from closing.

Jhin held the precious torn banner in his hands. "This is perfect..." He thought. He took a ripped section of the Noxian banner, and looked for a Demacian banner somewhere. He went into Garen's room, found around 15 of them hanging, and ripped a section of a Demacian banner off. He took the two sections and placed them over Garen's sleeping body.

"Oh god damn it, I'm feeling horny again." Jhin whispered to himself. "I can't keep holding it in, but I must restrain myself. Perhaps a little break won't hurt."

Jhin kissed Garen's forehead, admiring the beautiful way his muscles were sculpted. It would be even more beautiful when Jhin was done.

Jhin placed the Noxian section of the banner over Garen's heart, and the Demacian section on top of it. He took careful aim, and squeezed.

Garen's heart shattered. The careful love he had for Katarina, as fragile as a glass cup, exploded into pieces of glass, glittering in the moonlight streaming through the window. Jhin saw prisms reflecting off of the glass. Red. Orange. Yellow. Green. Blue. Indigo. Violet.

Red. Orange. Yellow. Green. Blue. Indigo. Violet... but there was more.

Fear. Confusion. Shock. Anger. Glittering tears reflected brightly. Rivulets of blood cried. Eyes widened with terror. Confessions and love spilled.

Jhin smiled, and kissed the still shocked Garen on the lips.

"Now your love will bloom in the hearts of every Demacian, as fear."

With a swish of his cape, Jhin flourished out of the room. He knew it was nearing day, and he had one last appointment to make.