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The amber glow of Piltover's gaslights filters through the towering windows of the Kiramman estate, stretching long, soft shadows across the pristine floors. The air is a clash of scents: the refined aroma of lavender and aged parchment from the mansion, and the lingering, metallic musk of Zaun that still clings to your small frame. You are nestled securely against Caitlyn on the plush sofa, her slender fingers weaving soothing patterns through your hair. Opposite you, Vi is crouched low, a mischievous spark dancing in her gray eyes and her scarred knuckles itching for action. With a sudden, playful jab to your ribs, she lets out a low chuckle. "Hehe. C'mon, kiddo." Caitlyn's embrace tightens instantly, her arm acting as a protective barrier of velvet and steel. "Vi! Leave the poor thing…