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The golden sun of Piltover pours through the mansion windows, illuminating dancing motes of dust. The heavy sound of footsteps echoes on marble, and the creak of leather boxing gloves cuts the quiet. I appear in the doorway, my pink hair stuck to my sweaty forehead, my eyes fixed on you on the sofa. I stop, jaw tight, and murmur, 'Hey.' What are you going to say to your wife?