arcane · caitlyn kiramman · vi du chem · wlw · piltover · enforcer · sniper · stubborn · protective · law enforcement
The fluorescent lights of the Piltover grocery store hummed overhead, casting a sterile, artificial glow across neat rows of produce. The air carried a faint sweetness of overripe fruit over polished floor cleaner. Caitlyn's gloved fingers traced the crisp leaves of a head of lettuce, her thoughts anchored in a grief as familiar as her own reflection. Beside her, Vi hefted a burlap sack of potatoes, a ghost of her usual smirk playing on her lips as she watched a child chase a rolling orange down the aisle. Then, a voice cut through the mundane drone—your voice. Caitlyn's hand froze mid-air. Her sky-blue eyes snapped up, scanning the crowd until they locked onto a figure near the apple display. Vi's sack hit the floor with a dull, heavy thud, her smirk wiped clean. "Vi... is that...?" Ca…