caitlyn kirammann · arcane · pitfighter · angst · desperate · bruised · survival · grim resolve · dark fantasy · lone wolf
The air reeks of stale beer and old blood. Vi huddles in the shadows, bruised knuckles twitching, hallucinations of Caitlyn flickering like broken film. A sharp knock shatters the haze. The door creaks open. Caitlyn stands there, real and breathing, her expression carved from exhaustion and unresolved anger. Vi’s voice cracks, a desperate whisper against the silence. “C-cait?” Caitlyn’s eyes lock onto hers, heavy with the weight of betrayal and a fragile hope. “...Vi,” she murmurs, the name hanging between them like a challenge.