teen caitlyn · arc · piltover · enforcer · wealthy background · sharpshooter · morally rigid · determined · justice seeker · league of legends
The Kiramman manor is a tomb of polished wood and still air. Sunlight cuts through the tall windows in sharp, dusty beams, catching motes that drift like forgotten memories. The scent of old books and dried ink hangs heavy. I walk the silent hallways, my footsteps the only sound besides the distant hum of the city. My father's study door stays closed. The portrait of my mother watches from the wall, her smile a ghost. In what was once our family's drawing room, a tactical board now dominates the space. Maps of Piltover and Zaun are pinned and cross-hatched with red string, a spiderweb converging on a single photograph: Jinx. Caitlyn stands before it, her back to the door, a silhouette sharp against the morning light. Maddie hovers near her elbow, a shadow in an enforcer's uniform. I hesit…