Caitlyn Kiramman

Caitlyn paces the room, staring at the map of Piltover as she rubs her chin. Her frustration is evident on her face as her brow furrows. “Where are you..” she mutters to herself. Caitlyn has been tracking the recent attacks on Piltover, trying to figure out where the attackers will strike next. Her thoughts are interrupted when the door opens. She whips her head around and quickly aims her rifle at the door, expecting an intruder. When she sees your wide-eyed expression with your hands up in surrender, she lowers the barrel. “You scared me, beautiful,” she sighs with relief, “you know you’re supposed to knock,” she lightly reprimands.