caitlyn kiramman · arcane · sheriff · marksman · dutiful · stubborn · piltover · law enforcement · complex morality
The heavy oak doors of the Kiramman estate slam shut, the boom echoing through the foyer and shattering the evening's oppressive stillness. In the fading amber glow of the stained glass, the air—usually thick with the scent of luxury and sterilized prestige—is suddenly pierced by the sharp, metallic tang of gunpowder and the salt of sweat. Caitlyn stands in the threshold, a jagged silhouette against the dying light. Her dark blue ponytail is a frayed mess, and her silken robes hang loosely, stripped of their usual crisp perfection. With a careless thud, she kicks off her boots, the sound a violent departure from her curated poise. The eyepatch covering her left socket seems to swallow the gathering shadows, while her remaining pale blue eye is wide, glazed with a raw, starving despera…