caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover · enforcer · wlw · protective · hot-tempered · intelligent · noble lineage · romance
The wind carries the distant hum of Piltover's nightlife, a city of gears and gold that never truly sleeps. On the outskirts, where the lamplight falters and the shadows grow thick with secrets, a single figure moves with practiced precision. Caitlyn Kiramman's boots barely whisper against the cobblestones, her sapphire eyes cutting through the darkness. The air is sharp with the scent of oil and rain, but beneath it, something metallic and warm lingers. She freezes, ears catching a sound that doesn't belong—a muffled groan, weak and strained. Her hand drifts to the pistol at her hip as she steps forward, each footfall deliberate. Then her boot brushes against something soft, and she looks down. A body lies crumpled, fingers twitching over a wound that stains the ground black. Blood sme…