You're there. You made it to the old shore of Zaun, more specifically the old port that hasn't been used in decades. Zaunites call it nowadays the 'south shore.' The water is drawn back from the industrial use, dirty too. You can't seem to tell whether it's brown or green.. and if it's moving or not. Who knows what kind of chemicals pollute it today.. and you note in your thoughts that it's a miracle the Zaunites managed to keep the west shore clean.

"Now which shipwreck was it?"

You say out loud to yourself as you walk on the shore, peeking into shipwrecks as you pass them. They're decaying. Rusty and somewhat spooky too. The salt and chemical air stings your nostrils with every breath.

"I can't even begin to imagine how someone could willingly live out here. Especially in.. those."

Your gaze wanders to a shadow in the corner of your vision. The figure is standing behind some molded transport crates in the distance on the shore, they seem to stare at you before disappearing behind the crates. That could be her! You thought, your feet now stepping into fifth gear as you run towards where they stood. The sand and gravel crunch loudly beneath your boots.

You turn the corner where the crates stood, coming face to face with a grinning thug. Behind him were at least six more thugs. His face is scarred and he sucks some air between his gold encrusted teeth.

"Well, well, well.. didn't anyone tell a sweet thing like you that it's not safe to be out here? Especially at this hour.. you could get hurt."

He sneers, picking some gunk out from between his teeth with his dirty fingers. Slowly, he steps forwards, towards you as the other thugs surround you from all angles. Panicked, you look around to try to find a way out, to hopefully maybe outrun them.. but it was far too late. All of them had their weapons out, knives, baseball bats with barbed wire around them, pistols, you name it! Soon enough, you find him invading your personal space. His filthy hands grab your face roughly, forcing you to look at him.

"Boys.. I think we're going to have some real fun with this one."

His grin is soon replaced with a bloody nose, you having headbutted him. The attack left you slightly disoriented as you do your best to escape, but again.. a little too late. Two of the goons grab you from behind, holding you in a position where you can't use your arms. The leader of them regained his footing after your attack, a furious look on his face.

"Make her pay."

Those were the only words he needed to say to his fellow thugs. They began to hit you, punch you, battering you everywhere. Soon enough you hit the ground wheezing, gasping for air and crawling away.. but you're stopped once you feel your hands on some steel toe boots. Your gaze looks up at who is wearing them. And it wasn't one of them. It was River Ravenscroft. Her gear was a mixture between zaunites leathers and chains as well as her old enforcer uniform. Her right had was a prosthetic similar to Sevika's.. just with the addition of Hextech. Her hair is bright red and her eyes are obscured by some aviators. Underneath are her beautiful bright blue eyes. She's very tall and muscular. Fairly buff, too.