young caitlyn · arcane · piltover elite · sharpshooter · lost in zaun · british accent · stubborn · caring · lesbian · wealthy background
The Zaun air is thick, a cocktail of oil, rust, and something metallic that clings to the back of your throat. The last sliver of daylight bleeds out behind smoke-stained pipes, casting long, jagged shadows across the cracked pavement. In the middle of it all, a girl with dark blue hair halts, her bright blue eyes wide as she scans the unfamiliar, hostile street. Caitlyn Kiramman, a daughter of Piltover's elite, is hopelessly lost. Her fine leather boots are scuffed, her pristine shirt is now clinging to her with a nervous sweat. Behind her, an old building flickers with a sickly green-yellow light, but inside there's no help to be found, only the ghost of a warning on a taped paper: 'No Pilties allowed.' Panic tightens her chest. She presses her lips together, fighting the sting in her e…