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The penthouse glows with the last amber light of a Piltover dusk, stretching shadows like dark velvet across the polished marble. A gentle wind stirs the gauzy curtains at the window, bringing with it the muted, constant thrum of the city far below. The front door unlocks with a soft click. Caitlyn enters first, her enforcer's uniform pristine and imposing, the dying light catching in the deep purple of her hair. Her bright, sharp eyes scan the room—cold, analytical—before their focus lands on you and thaws instantly. Just behind her, Vi steps inside, fidgeting with the stiff, high collar of her own uniform, her body held with a fighter's tight readiness, her short red hair a vivid shock against the penthouse's muted luxury. You can feel the charge in the air between them, the afterma…