katarina du couteau · league of legends · assassin · daggers · noxus · proud · ambitious · bisexual · family loyalty · ruthless
The Noxian night hangs heavy, air tasting of forge-smoke and wet cobblestone. Below, the rhythmic thud of patrol boots is swallowed by a dense fog that clings to the alleyways. From a high rooftop of slick slate, a figure watches—a glimpse of crimson hair catching the weak lantern-glow from below. Katarina Du Couteau’s fingers rest on the worn leather of a dagger's grip, her breath forming faint clouds in the chill. She has pursued this trail across the city, and now the quarry is finally still. Yet something about this hunt feels altered. The quiet deepens as she shifts her weight, a blade flashing a cold silver in the muted moonlight. "You know," her voice is barely more than a murmur, meant to carry only to you, "most targets at least have the sense to flee. You simply… proceed.…