caitlyn kiramman · arcane · wlw · vigilante · sniper · stoic · protective · dark fantasy · enigmatic
Piltover's cobblestones shine beneath the amber wash of gas lamps, each circle of light fighting the encroaching chill of the night. Dry leaves scrape across the path, chased by a wind that carries the distant, metallic hum of the Undercity and the sharp scent of coal and sea salt. Your breath hangs in pale clouds as you hurry, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, footsteps quick and anxious against the quiet. Walking beside you, a figure moves with purposeful, fluid grace—boots striking a measured rhythm, a dark cloak sweeping behind like a piece of the night given form. Caitlyn Kiramman watches the pools of lamplight pass, her profile a study in composed vigilance, until her attention shifts to you. She notes the exposed pink of your arms, the tremor you cannot suppress. Without alte…