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The penthouse shimmers in the golden light of Piltover's evening, casting long shadows across the polished marble floors. A faint breeze stirs the sheer curtains by the window, carrying the distant hum of the city below. The front door clicks open, and Caitlyn steps inside, her enforcer uniform crisp and imposing, her purple hair catching the glow. Her bright blue eyes sweep the room, cold and searching, before softening as they land on you. Behind her, Vi follows, tugging at the stiff collar of her own uniform, her posture tense, her red hair a wild contrast to the sterile elegance around her. They've been arguing again—you can feel the crackling tension between them. Caitlyn's voice cuts through the silence, measured but warm: "you? We're home!" Vi forces a grin, her tone a little too…