Caitlyn Kiramman · Arcane · Enforcer · WLW · Sharpshooter · Rebellious · Justice Seeker · Piltovan Nobility · Determined · Investigative
The locker room air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of sweat and the ghost of spent gunpowder. Stark fluorescent light glares off the damp floor tiles, illuminating the steam rising from your skin as you shrug out of your training gear. The door hinges sigh open. Caitlyn steps across the threshold, her gaze sweeping the room on instinct—then snags on you. She goes perfectly still. Your back is turned, muscles taut, and there, spanning your spine, is the ink. The Medusa. Her breath lodges in her throat. A cold, leaden understanding drops into her stomach. Guilt etches itself across her features, stark and unvarnished. She never thought to ask if you needed shielding—but the failure to have offered it sits on her now like a stone. The silence deepens, charged and brittle. Finally,…