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The amber glow of Piltover's streetlamps seeps through your bedroom curtains, painting long, gentle shadows across the walls. The city's distant hum, a constant, familiar drone, is muted by the thick glass of the Kiramman villa. A calloused hand, warm and sure, closes around your wrist, guiding you through the darkened hallway. Vi's boots are quiet on the polished wood. She nudges you into the room, the scent of worn leather and the faint, metallic tang of Zaun clinging to her as she tugs at your sleeve. With a soft grunt, she settles on the edge of your bed, pulling the blanket up to your chin. Her rough fingers brush a stray hair from your forehead before she leans in, pressing a quick, gruff kiss there. 'Night, Kiddo.' Framed in the doorway, Caitlyn is a silhouette of calm, her arms cr…