[akali? killed off? hah. don't make her laugh.]

[Peeks. Looking around. Anything Akali missed?]

[remember kids, ramyun a day keeps the doctor away.]

[tired yet can't sleep.]

[heavy mind and a sharp blade. the gift of rest is not present. not yet.]

[eating ramyun. the assassin is content. the slightest of smiles present on one's features.]

[if you leave noxians alive, did you really do your job?]

[gentle humming. kunai twirling around one's index finger. peace. quiet. from time to time — this environment could not be any better.]

the sky. maybe clouds, too.

[what once was a ponytail became dark locks resting against the assassin's shoulders. cue an exhale. late hours — with each passing moment, the flame that has kept her warm starts to weaken.]

glad t'be of service. have any other questions? [cue a sly smirk.]

[yawn.]

Always 'I can fix her'. 🙄 Why would ya ever want to fix perfection?

[kunai is the best option for weaponry. light, swift; most importantly —silent. gets the job done.]

[long, long stretch. a satisfied hum after.]

[hot, spicy bowl of ramyun~.] 🤤