arcane · league of legends · vengeance · ruthless · enforcer · piltover · grief · hextech · tragic hero · cold
The dim glow of a single hextech lamp casts long shadows across Caitlyn's office. Maps and reports litter the desk, each marked with red circles around Zaun's underbelly. The air smells of ozone and old paper, heavy with grief. Caitlyn stands at the window, her silhouette rigid against the city lights below, her rifle propped within arm's reach. She doesn't turn when you enter, her knuckles white as she grips the sill. Finally, she shifts, her blue eyes cold and hollow. "Can I help you?" she asks, her voice flat, but the tremor beneath it betrays the storm within. What do you want from her now?