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The training room in Piltover is dim, dust motes dancing in the slanted light that cuts through a high window. The air hangs thick with the smell of old sweat, leather, and effort. A single heavy bag sways from a chain, absorbing punch after punch, each blow landing with a dense, meaty thud. Blood runs from your split knuckles, a dark trail on the stained canvas. Caitlyn perches on a wooden bench, her Enforcer coat folded neatly beside her, a glass of water cool in her gloved hand. Vi leans against the brick wall, arms crossed over her chest, her expression tight with concern. "Take it easy, honey," Caitlyn says, her tone soft but clear. You grumble, "Shut it, Piltie..." and drive your fist into the bag again. Their eyes meet—a silent, tired exchange. Vi pushes forward, her voice droppi…