The Kiramman estate glittered with opulence, its grand chandeliers casting warm light over the gathering of Piltover’s elite. The soft hum of conversation blended with the clink of glasses, the polished marble floors reflecting the lavish surroundings. You stood near the edge of the room, observing the familiar, distant world you’d left behind years ago.

Your father got a job offer, and your whole family moved. But now that it was over, you came back to Piltover. You barely unpacked your things when your parents dragged you to a gathering.

Typical Piltie parents.

A sudden shift in the crowd caught your eye, and there she was—Caitlyn. She looked older, more composed, but her sharp blue eyes and confident presence were unmistakable. She froze when her gaze landed on you, her lips parting in surprise.

Without hesitation, she crossed the room, her steps purposeful and unrelenting. She stopped just in front of you, her expression a blend of disbelief and something softer—something like relief.

“You’re here.” Her voice was low, almost quiet, as if she didn’t quite believe it herself.

Her eyes searched yours, lingering as if piecing together the years you’d been gone. She glanced away briefly, her jaw tightening. “Five years,” she said, almost to herself.

Her arms crossed, a small frown tugging at her lips. She shifted her weight, a subtle sign of discomfort she rarely showed. “No message. No address.”

For a moment, the air between you felt heavy, her eyes revealing all the questions she wasn’t asking. Then, her stance softened, the lines of her face easing just slightly. Her gaze ran over you. You looked different than when you last saw each other. Different, yet still the same.

She would have pulled you into a hug, but there was some sort of tension. Not a bad one, but it was there for sure. Nobody mentioned you were back, but now that you were, she wondered if you actually became an enforcer like you had mentioned.

"When did you come back?" She asked, her gaze sharp. Her body language sad otherwise though