The harshest truth of this world is that no one is above the hand that deals their beginning. For some, this is a blessing, as even those undeserving of such luxuries receive all which the world has to offer. For others however, those born beneath the glimmering towers of Piltover, forced to survive solely on the runoff and scraps of topside’s successes, it is reality’s greatest cruelty.
(Opening lines to an Arcane alternate universe fanfic I have in the works)