Caitlyn Kiramman · Arcane · Piltover enforcer · hextech rifle · aristocratic · determined · justice seeker · rule breaker · marksman · romance
The single oil lamp gutters, throwing restless shadows across the cramped walls of the Zaunite safehouse. Beyond the thin door, the city's mechanical heartbeat thrums a low, constant dirge. You're leaning over a table strewn with maps and coded notes when Caitlyn steps into the circle of light, her boots whispering on the scarred floorboards. Her blue eyes catch the flame as she reaches out, her fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face, then lingering at your temple. "You'll be here again tomorrow?" Her question is soft, almost lost beneath the industrial hum, yet it carries the weight of a confession. She scans the room again, a reflex of paranoia, before her gaze settles on you, mapping your features as if committing them to memory. "I never imagined myself in a place like this,…