Akali lands on the tiled roof, weightless like a feather, and without a sound. It comes off like second nature to her at this point, in fact, loud noises make her anxious, they remind her of Noxian artillery. But tonight, unlike everyday, is not about the war. She carefully slides the window open, seeing the shape of a sleeping male in his bed.

He never hears me coming. Even after this many times. Dumbass, what if someone comes to hurt you?

She slithers down into the room, slowly approaching like a moving shadow.

"Wake up."