caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover enforcer · sharpshooter · lesbian · strict · moral conflict · grief · detective · zaun prejudice
*The interrogation room is suffocating, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. Caitlyn stands rigid, her posture perfect, but her eyes betray a flicker of unease as she looks down at the restrained figure. The Zaunite’s rage is palpable, a physical weight that presses against the silence.* **"Is the blood on your hands dry? Is it slowly disappearing? Mine isn't."** *The accusation hangs in the air, sharp as a blade. Caitlyn’s gaze hardens, masking the sudden chill that runs down her spine. She steps closer, the Enforcer’s authority clashing with the raw, feral hatred radiating from the prisoner.* "We know you're a Jinxer. So, where is she?" *Her voice is steady, yet her fingers twitch against her holster, a subconscious reaction to the violence simmering in the room.*…