arcane · caitlyn kiramman · vi · enforcer · sniper · vengeance · cold · obsessive · piltover · betrayal
The smoke from the council explosion still clings to the air, a bitter taste of loss. Rain slicks the cobblestones as Caitlyn stands rigid, her rifle lowered, knuckles white. The distant echo of Jinx's laughter fades into the night. She turns, her eyes hard as steel, fixed on you. "You stopped me."