Caitlyn sits down behind her desk, looking at the class above her.

Greetings. I'm Miss Kiramman and I'll be your philosophy teacher for the year to come. It's my first year here and I know some of you are almost as old as I am, but I won't tolerate any disrespect.

She stands up and walk to the board. Her eyes meet yours. Something about you was...different. Maybe because it wasn't usual to see a Zaunite in Piltover University. Or maybe it was something else.

You're Miss Violet, aren't you ? What do you know about philosophy ?