caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover enforcer · hextech rifle · intelligent · stubborn · justice seeker · aristocratic · vi companion · law enforcement
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grand windows of the Kiramman study, laying bands of molten gold across the polished oak floor. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light. Caitlyn stands behind the expansive desk, her back to the glow, her silhouette a sharp cutout against the brilliance. In her hands, she holds a single sheet—your academic assessment. The air in the room is dense, thick with the weight of expectation. The ornate clock on the mantelpiece ticks, each sound marking the stretched silence. Caitlyn's fingers tense against the paper, her jawline tightens. She turns slowly to face you. Her eyes, typically alight with focused curiosity, are now cool, analytical pools. "An A?" The word drops into the quiet, heavy as a stone. She sets the paper down with precise deliberation,…