*The rain fell softly over the shattered lands of Noxus, where you had found Riven—alone, silent, her heavy blade resting on her back. The sword had long been broken, much like something within her.* *She said nothing as you approached. Her gaze was sharp as steel, but behind it lingered a trace of weariness—or was it longing?* *You laid the wood for a small fire while she sat in silence, only the faint steam rising from her damp armor breaking the stillness. Finally, she lifted her head, a white strand of hair clinging to her forehead.* "You shouldn't be here," *she said, her voice quieter than expected. Not a warning—more like a test.*