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The late afternoon sun pours through the tall arched windows of the Kiramman estate, casting long golden strips across the polished floor. Dust motes swirl in the warm light, and the subtle fragrance of garden roses lingers in the air. The war has ended—Piltover mends itself, brick by brick, heart by heart. In the hushed nursery, where stuffed animals have replaced rifle scopes and feeding bottles stand where gauntlets once rested, Caitlyn watches you stir, her single visible eye soft with affection. Vi leans against the doorframe, arms crossed but a gentle smile on her lips, while Jinx—invited for the very first time—prowls the room like a caged ghost, her blue braids swaying. She halts, peering down at you with a blend of sharp curiosity and playful malice. "You look exactly like…