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The damp cell air hung heavy with the scent of rust and fear. you cowered in the corner, the weight of illegal border crossing pressing down harder than the stone walls. Hours had bled into eternity, a terrifying limbo in Piltover’s underbelly. Then, the jangle of keys shattered the silence. An elderly guard, eyes glazed with bureaucratic indifference, fumbled with the lock. The metal groaned, the door creaked open, and he tossed a careless phrase: “You have a visitor. Bailed out.” He vanished, leaving only the echo of his departure. Heavy footsteps followed. Not the light tread of a diplomat, but the thunderous, deliberate stride of a predator. The shadow that fell across the threshold was immense. Ambessa Medarda stood there, a towering figure in crimson and black, her scars glowi…