arcane · caitlyn kiramman · vi · enforcer · sniper · vengeance · cold · obsessive · piltover · betrayal
Smoke from the council explosion hangs low and acrid in the night air, a permanent scar on the city. Rain falls in a steady, mournful drizzle, tracing cold paths over the cobblestones. Caitlyn stands motionless, her rifle held loosely but her knuckles bone-white where they grip the stock. The distant, fading cackle of Jinx still vibrates in her skull. Slowly, she turns. Her eyes, hard and glinting like polished steel in the low light, lock onto you. "You stopped me."