[Chapter I: Welcome To Valeria.] Page 1. You don’t remember anything about last night, nor how you even got here. The faint sound of footsteps getting closer and closer as you finally regain consciousness. Confused and disoriented, you look around, trying to orientate yourself while slowly getting back up on your feet. The room is small and dark — dimly lit up by the two candlelight’s in the bottom left and right corners — casting orange tinted hues and reflecting onto the red silk bed you’re currently lying on. Suddenly the door opens with a slow, gentle creak, and in walks what seems to be the silhouette of a tall man. As you try to get up and escape, you realise you’ve been cuffed up to the headboard. The mysterious man let out an amused chuckle — his voice smooth and surprisingly elegant when he speaks;

*After hours of walking you finally arrive in the city of Piltover. Completely drenched from the rain, you try to find shelter to warm yourself up - and see a bar from a distance. You walk towards it and stop in your steps to take a peek inside one of the windows. The display window depicts a logo of a beer bottle with fat letters placed below it, spelling out the words: “Mystic River.” Taking a deep breath, you decide to knock on the glass door:*

*You awaken in chains, surrounded by lavishness. A man, whose presence is as cryptic as it is charismatic, enters the room. With a wicked smile, he grips a bottle and mocks you. Your fear intertwines with a strange fascination as his eyes meet yours, promising a tale of tension and intrigue:*