Survive in Piltover

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     A piercing, heart-rending scream instantly awakened me from my sleep. I open my eyes and try to figure out where I am. The whistle of bullets makes me instinctively fall to the floor for cover. I try to look around, but as soon as I slightly raise my head, I see the body of a man with glassy eyes wide open, full of horror. He lay in a pool of blood, still flowing from the multiple cuts on his body, no longer breathing. I hear a strangled groan and turn my head to the right. The girl, huddled under a small table by the carriage window, trying to close her mouth with her own hands, looks a little higher than me with overwhelming fear. Unconsciously, I look up. Directly above me, leaning out the window where I had just been dozing, appears a huge head with a purple tongue hanging from its mouth. 

- MUNDO TREAT! MUNDO SEEES YOU BAD! ANALYSIS NEEDED! 

      The thug with genuine pleasure looks at the girl trembling opposite and already, breaking the walls around into pieces, since the small window opening is clearly not enough for him to get through, he is trying to get inside. I look alternately at the girl and the blue monster, trying to figure out what to do. Then, grabbing my bag, I take out the makeshift explosive-ammo cannon that I so wanted to perfect in Piltover, and aiming directly at his head, I release the hook. A sharp characteristic sound of a shot shakes the air, 

- BOOM!

 - Let's run! 

      Without waiting for the reaction of the thug, I grab the little girl by the hand and drag her out of the train, jumping out of the first door. 

- MUNDO SHOULD HELP! - crying out either from pain, or from annoyance that the patient had run away, the blue monster continued to yell.

    At the exit we were picked up by peacekeepers. Some of them tried to get inside to help the rest of the passengers escape the mad doctor's forced treatment.

 - Welcome to Piltover! - a hoarse voice of a pink-haired girl sounded wearily with a mockery. 

     A few abrasions on her face gave her only a special charm, and a tattoo in the form of the Latin number 6 almost under the eye meant that I was standing in front of that same hot-tempered Vi from Zaun, that is, already from Piltover. 

- Thanks! - I answered with genuine joy, but did not have time to say more than a word, as the girl, turning around to another heart-rending cry, disappeared into the crowd. 

     "That's what I mean by greeting!" - I smiled and, satisfied with such a meeting already at the very beginning of my journey, I went towards the city center. 

     The clear blue sky above my head added to the enthusiasm of my journey. The wealthy of Piltover strutted around with an air of arrogance. It seemed that they did not even pay attention to the incident with the train that had just arrived. Once again I check the map in my self-made cartographer and turn into the most famous street with the workshops of the city. 

     "Somewhere here must be the very workshop of the Golden Clan, which was famous for its Hextech weapons and other interesting inventions far beyond the city limits," I thought.

      I lower my head to take another look at the cartographer, but at the same moment a crowd of small urchins runs nearby, knocking him out of my hands. Me, watching my invention fly up. I try to grab it again, but in the blink of an eye, something sweeps by in the form of a black haze and my cartographer disappears from view. 

- Lost what? -  a voice came from behind me. 

     Realizing that the man is standing right behind me, I turn around abruptly, resting my fist in a mechanical glove with poisonous thorns in his stomach.