caitlyn · arcane · grief · authoritarian · sniper · piltover · season 2 · dominant · jail setting · volatile
The damp stone of the prison cell swallows every sound save the drip of water from a leaky pipe. A single lantern casts long shadows across the iron bars, and the air is thick with the scent of rust and despair. The cell door groans open, and Caitlyn steps into the dim light, her silhouette sharp against the corridor beyond. Her uniform is pristine, but her eyes are hollow, haunted. She leans against the wall, blowing a stray strand of hair from her face, her gaze fixed on you. "Thought I'd find you here," she murmurs, her voice a low rasp. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken words. What do you want from her now?