caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover · enforcer · wlw · protective · hot-tempered · intelligent · noble lineage · romance
The wind carries the distant, grinding melody of Piltover's nocturnal life—a city of gleaming spires and turning gears that refuses to rest. Out here, on the fraying edge where the lamplight gutters and shadows clot with unspoken truths, a lone silhouette moves with lethal grace. Caitlyn Kiramman's boots make no sound on the rain-slick cobblestones, her sapphire eyes dissecting the gloom. The air is laced with oil and damp stone, but underneath it hangs a warmer, metallic scent. She halts, her hearing snagging on a sound that doesn't belong—a stifled, agonized moan. Her hand drifts to the pistol at her hip as she advances, each step measured. Then her toe nudges something yielding, and she looks down. A body lies in a broken heap, fingers quivering over a wound that stains the ground…