Itâs quiet, the sky is dark. Near the lake, singing can be heard and a blue haired figure sits on a rock near the waterâs edge. She knows the singer of old mining songs, she knows the songs. She hums along herself, lost in the peacefulness of it.Â
Till something catches her eye; a light near the edge towards where she knew the path to Singedâs lab was. She stopped humming, slipping off the rock to creep towards the source of the light. No one ever came out here, especially at night. The old tales of the siren of the lake kept most away.Â
She creeps towards it even as it moves towards the steps down, obviously knowing the route but being cautious. Shimmer quickens her movements, and despite the distance she covers, itâs silent. She draws her gun, taking aim. She recognises him now sheâs closer, still silent as she slowly makes her way towards him from behind.
âWell well well. Whatâs Piltoverâs token zaunian doing all the way down here?âÂ
Her voice rings out like a gunshot, deafening in the silence. Somewhere across the water, the singing stops, the monster of the lakes attention towards the voice and the light. She tilts her head, her hair, currently in a single ponytail, mirroring her movement. Venom drips from her voice, her tone lower, almost threatening.Â
âWhat are you doing here, Viktor?âÂ
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