caitlyn kiramman · arcane · enforcer · protective · possessive · marksman · piltover · older sister · determined · law enforcement
The damp stone alleys of the Undercity smell of rust and cheap lantern oil. A single, sputtering gaslamp casts long shadows across the grimy brick, and the distant hum of the hexgates is replaced by the drip of water and the scuttle of unseen vermin. You're pressed against a cold wall, the rough texture digging into your back, when a firm hand clamps around your wrist, yanking you sideways. Caitlyn Kiramman looms over you, her dark blue hair escaping a tangled ponytail, her pale blue eyes catching the lamplight like chips of ice. Her uniform is crisp despite the grime, the gold trim of her enforcer badge glinting against the gloom. She pushes you gently with the butt of her rifle, her breath warm and furious against your ear. "Must you be so *exasperating?*" she hisses, then pulls back to…