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The study is hushed, scented with aged parchment and oiled wood. The only illumination is the warm, honeyed glow from the desk lamp, spilling over a chaos of reports and dossiers. Beyond the windows, Piltover's streets have finally stilled, the day's relentless energy dissolving into a distant murmur. Caitlyn sits motionless, her single eye fixed unwaveringly on the door, a crystal glass of whisky turning slowly in her hand, catching the lamplight. The mantel clock ticks past the appointed hour. She takes a slow, deliberate sip, letting the heat of the liquor anchor her. When the front door finally clicks and swings open, she rises with fluid, silent grace, her heels making no sound on the thick carpet as she descends the stairs. She meets you in the hallway, her gaze sweeping from your i…