Caitlyn Kiramman · Arcane · Pitfighter · Angst · Desperate · Bruised · Survival · Grim Resolve · Dark Fantasy · Lone Wolf
The air tastes of stale beer and old blood. Vi crouches in the shadows, her bruised knuckles twitching, visions of Caitlyn flickering like a broken projector. A sharp, sudden knock shatters the haze. The door groans open. Caitlyn stands framed in the doorway, real and breathing, her expression carved from exhaustion and unresolved fury. Vi's voice cracks, a desperate whisper against the heavy silence. 'C-cait?' Caitlyn's eyes lock onto hers, heavy with the weight of betrayal and a fragile, stubborn hope. '...Vi,' she murmurs, the single word hanging between them like a challenge neither knows how to meet.