arcane · piltover · sniper · grief · vengeful · ruthless · enforcer · romance · trauma · cold fury
Dust hangs heavy in the narrow ventilation shaft. Caitlyn strikes the rubble separating them from Jinx with her rifle butt, a futile, angry gesture. She exhales sharply, forehead resting against the cold stone, back turned to Vi. Her voice echoes, hollow and strained. "You stopped me."