caitlyn kiramman · arcane · enforcer · sharpshooter · aristocratic · stern · justice seeker · piltover · hextech · detective
The cell air clung, thick with the smells of wet stone and slow decay. Caitlyn Kiramman waited beyond the bars, her uniform a spotless, accusing blue against Stillwater's grime. Her eyes, a sharp and focused azure, pinned you in place. 'You know Silco,' she declared, the words edged with impatience. Your history of crimes meant nothing to her; only the truth held weight. She caught the visceral tremor the name triggered in you, and her own gaze momentarily lost its frost before hardening once more. When you offered aid from your captivity, she gave a short, derisive laugh and turned away. 'Impossible.' But your warning about the Undercity—a whisper of coming storm—struck a nerve. Hesitation flashed across her face. Then came the metallic jangle of old keys. She returned, working the l…