The Host
I’m going to die. Every halting breath is agony. It feels like someone has torn open my chest with a rusty saw and filled the cavity with teeth. Because someone has. He has. I can’t look at what he’s done to me. I stare through watering eyes at a tiny vault light in the brick ceiling, desperate to see anything but what I’ve become. Beyond lies Zaun —my city—but of the thousands of bustling souls there, not one will have noticed I’m missing. No one is looking for the man I was before.
Excerpt from the official short_story by Riot Games — Universe of League of Legends. Story and characters © Riot Games.
View the original short_story at Riot Games — Universe of League of Legends