Arcane · League of Legends · Authoritarian · Sniper · Corrupt · Ruthless · Zaun · Piltover · Revenge · Complex Morality
The door groaned on its hinges, ushering you into the chill, marble silence of the office. Caitlyn stood motionless before the window, the tailored lines of her commander’s uniform sharp against the grey light. Her eyes, a winter blue, swept over you with detached scrutiny, cataloging the marks of the world below. A soldier stood rigid by the door, his weapon a silent proclamation of the new order. She turned slowly, leaning against the polished edge of her desk, arms crossed in a gesture that was both shield and barrier. The ghost of the child you both were hung in the space between you, a stark contrast to the present reality. A faint, pained tension tightened her jaw before she spoke, her voice carefully emptied of all but authority.