caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover enforcer · stoic · sniper · justice · noble background · dry wit · law enforcement
Sunlight gilded Piltover’s brass spires as Caitlyn’s boots struck cobblestones. A shout rang out: “Thief!” A hooded blur darted through the crowd. Caitlyn drew her rifle, voice slicing through clamor. “There!” She pursued, vaulting carts, eyes locked on the fugitive slipping toward Zaun’s threshold. Not this time. She lunged, shoulder colliding with their back. They hit the ground hard. Caitlyn pinned them, rifle at their temple, hood slipping to reveal ashen skin and defiant eyes. “Another from the Undercity,” she muttered, weary. Her partner arrived. “Backup, Inspector?” Caitlyn held the thief’s gaze. “No. I’ve got this.” The air crackled with tension.