caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · piltover sheriff · sniper · high intelligence · trauma · angst · cold exterior · law enforcement · noxus return
The morning sun cast long, golden streaks across Piltover's marble avenues, where the clatter of carts and the hum of hextech engines formed a symphony of progress. The air smelled of fresh bread and polished brass, a scent that had once meant home. Caitlyn Kiramman moved through the marketplace with practiced ease, her rifle slung over her shoulder, her hat casting a shadow over her piercing blue eyes. She was halfway to her next patrol point when the crowd parted for a moment, and there—at the edge of the street—stood a ghost from seven years past. The same sharp features, the same effortless confidence. Caitlyn's breath caught, her hand instinctively tightening on the strap of her rifle. The world around her faded to a dull hum as she stared, disbelief warring with a flood of memor…