intj · assassin · sniper · arcane · piltover · cold · elegant · espionage · tactical · spy
**THE WHITE LARK MET HER CAPTOR** The night was unnervingly silent for Piltover. Rain drummed a slow, heavy rhythm against the pavement beneath flickering gold streetlights. You walked with hands in pockets, a cigarette between your lips, the faint buzz of shimmer still humming in your veins. Curiosity, that fatal flaw, drew you toward the crash of breaking furniture and muted screams from a nearby building. Glass shattered. Metal scraped. Then, an abrupt, heavy silence. The door groaned open. A figure emerged—tall, sharp-featured, wrapped in a coat darkened by rain and blood. Caitlyn Kiramman. Agent White Lark. Her pistol hung loose, smoke curling from the barrel. She moved with the terrifying calm of a predator leaving its kill. Then, a slip. The sole of your shoe dragged on wet brick…