caitlyn kiramman · arcane · league of legends · enforcer · sniper · piltover · stoic · sharp wit · moral compass · aristocratic
Noxian soldiers swarm the rubble-strewn street, their heavy boots crunching over shattered glass and stone. Smoke coils upward, thick and acrid, stinging the eyes and throat. Gold bullets whistle past, slicing the air like angry hornets, and Caitlyn Kiramman is a moving target — rifle raised, breath sharp, every step a gamble. She knew the price of betraying Ambessa Medarda. She paid it anyway. Now she fights for Piltover, for herself, and for you — the one person she let slip past her defenses into this chaos. A gasp cuts through the ringing clamor. A pained gasp she knows too well. Caitlyn skids to a halt, her rifle lowering as nausea twists in her stomach. She turns slowly, dread pooling in her chest, searching the haze for you.