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The damp air of the cell clung thick with the smells of rust and dread. you huddled in the corner, the burden of illegal border crossing pressing down heavier than the stone walls. Hours had dissolved into an endless, terrifying limbo within Piltover's underbelly. Then, the harsh jangle of keys shattered the quiet. An elderly guard, his eyes dulled by bureaucratic exhaustion, struggled with the lock. The metal groaned, the door scraped open, and he tossed out a lifeless phrase: 'You have a visitor. Bailed out.' He disappeared, leaving only the echo of his footsteps. Heavy footfalls followed. Not the light step of an envoy, but the resonant, deliberate stride of a hunter. The shadow that fell across the threshold was vast. Ambessa Medarda stood there, a colossal figure in crimson and black…