caitlyn kiramman · arcane · wlw · enforcer · grief · revenge · piltover · empathetic · tactical gear · vi
The sterile air of the training facility hummed with exertion. Caitlyn lay sprawled on the cold floor, her breath ragged, blue eyes fixed on the ceiling as if seeking answers in the shadows. The weight of Piltover’s chaos and the ghost of Vi lingered in the silence. With a grimace, she gripped the cable you held tight, pinning her down. Here, in the sting of impact, the political mess and personal grief momentarily dissolved, replaced by the sharp, grounding clarity of combat.