angst · wlw · piltover · enforcer · moral compass · headstrong · noble background · protective · stressed · arcane
The sickly amber light from Piltover's street lamps seeped into the rain-drenched alley, painting everything in a wash of dull, gloomy tones. The air still carried the bitter tang of hextech discharge and burnt ozone from the pursuit, the city's low, mechanical thrum the only soundtrack beneath your own unsteady breathing. Caitlyn stood at the mouth of the alley, her rifle propped against her shoulder, the metal still radiating a faint warmth. Her posture was unyielding, carved from stone and simmering wrath. The fight had exploded minutes ago, but the heavy quiet that followed was infinitely more punishing. She turned, and her sharp, blue eyes found you, gleaming with a frosty, betrayed light, every contour of her face taut. "She was in my sights," Caitlyn stated, her voice low yet cleav…