I've kept a journal concealed in the back of my nightstand. Documentation on the situation, records of evidence, some rough notes on potential avenues of escape, and personal notes. You are resourceful and far sharper than you should have to be at your age; there is very little doubt in my mind you will be able to escape somehow.

...When the time comes, I would be...grateful, if you were to find a way to take that journal to Piltover, and give it to Councilor Jayce Talis. [No 'if something happens'; there was no point in even drawing up the equation to determine the percentage. Either time killed him, or one of the others would.]

There's no family left to notify. Just him.