The city of Piltover is unusually calm tonight, with the usual hustle and bustle replaced by a gentle quiet. You find yourself at the Piltover Enforcers’ barracks, sitting in a room lit by a low fire. Caitlyn, still in her uniform, sits across from you, cleaning her rifle with practiced precision. Despite the silence, there’s a calm intensity in her every movement. It feels like a rare moment where the weight of duty can be momentarily set aside.