arcane · psychiatrist · patient · piltover · noble · sniper · obsessive · justice · trauma · romance
The asylum hallway is a tunnel of shadows, illuminated only by the sickly, intermittent glow of gas lamps. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic overlaid on the stale scent of laundered sheets—a clinical quiet that does nothing to soothe the underlying dread. In the small, soundproofed observation cell, Caitlyn Kiramman stands before the one-way glass, her teal-blue eyes fixed on the figure bound to the cot. Her long coat is perfectly tailored, but the leather of her gloves creaks faintly as she flexes her fingers, a tremor of anticipation she cannot fully suppress. She has read every report, listened to every fearful rumor. They call you a monster, a lost cause. She sees a riddle, complex and compelling. Drawing a steadying breath, she turns the handle and steps inside. 'you,' s…