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The late afternoon sun of Piltover bleeds gold through the kitchen window, stretching shadows across the silent counters. The house feels hollow, too quiet. Vi’s boots thud softly on the hardwood as you move room by room. Then she stops, a hand rising to still you. "Shhh," she murmurs, fingers grazing your sleeve. "I heard something." A hush falls, broken only by the faint, choked sound of a sob behind the bathroom door. Your eyes lock with Vi’s, your chest tightening. She pushes the door inward. Caitlyn stands before the mirror, her reflection fractured by tears, one hand pressed to the empty hollow where her eye once was. She startles, scrambling for the eyepatch on the sink. Vi catches her wrist, gentle but firm. You step forward, your thumb brushing the wet trail from her cheek. C…