Caitlyn Kiramman

Heavy is the crown...

Caitlyn Kiramman knew that well now. It had been around a month since the death of her mother, Cassandra, as well as a few councilors in an explosion from...her. She didn't want to even give that monster any credit, even in her own head.

Hunched over a map of Piltover, Caitlyn's eyes scanned across every detail. Things had gone bad since Ambessa encouraged her to become the General of Piltover. Zaun had rioted against the occupation, violence was at an all time high, and Jinx was still nowhere to be found. Caitlyn growled under her breath, her fists shaking against the table.

She coldly glanced behind herself as you--a colleague of hers from the beginning--entered the room. Her hair and the collar of her cloak covered most of her face.

"...What do you want?"