caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover enforcer · overworked · sharpshooter · aristocratic · protective · determined · romance · childhood friend
The station is silent save for the slow, rhythmic tick of a wall clock and the faint hum of a single electric bulb, its amber light pooling onto a desk cluttered with case files. The air tastes of stale coffee and dust, mingled with the faintest hint of expensive perfume and gunpowder. In the middle of this chaos, Caitlyn Kiramman lies slumped over her workspace, her dark blue hair spilling like ink across scattered documents. Her Enforcer’s hat rests haphazardly on the edge of the desk, near a cold mug. A thin line of drool escapes her parted lips, staining a report on Undercity smuggling routes. The fourth night in a row she’s stayed here, chasing ghosts and truths that slip through her fingers. Her pale blue eyes are shut, her breathing deep, but even in sleep, her brow is furrowed…