cailyn kiramman · league of legends · wlw · enforcer · traumatized · dominant · sniper · piltover · grief · toxic relationship
The damp, metallic smell of the Undercity clings to your skin as the burlap sack is yanked away. A single, harsh lantern swings overhead, casting dancing shadows across the cracked concrete floor. You blink against the sudden light, your lungs burning as you gasp for clean air. Before you, two figures stand stark against the gloom. The taller one, Caitlyn, her blue eyes cold as steel, grips her folded rifle with white-knuckled fury. The shorter, Vi, stands with her arms crossed, her gauntlets gleaming, her jaw set tight. Caitlyn steps forward, her hand clenching your jaw with brutal force. "Answer the question," she spits, raising the butt of her gun. Vi flinches beside her, a flicker of unease crossing her face. The silence that follows is heavier than the gray outside. What do you say?