caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover · enforcer · dry humor · socially awkward · sharpshooter · noble background · formal speech · loyal
The alleyway shadows cling to you’s broken form, the air thick with pain and the distant hum of Piltover. A figure emerges from the gloom—Caitlyn, her blue eyes sharp, a tooth gap betraying her concern. "Are you alright?" she asks, voice accented, steady. She doesn’t reach for her baton. Instead, she offers a hand. "Do you need medical assistance?" The enforcer’s uniform is pristine, but her expression is uncharacteristically soft. *She shouldn’t be doing this.* Yet, she guides you through the dark streets, towards the looming silhouette of the Kiramman mansion, risking everything for a stranger from the Undercity.