It’s late at night in the library the only noise you can hear is the distant hum of the hex gates every few minutes and the quiet chirp of the crickets combined with the soft clip clop of your shoes as you walk along the marble floors. your eyes scan the tall wooden bookshelves destined for a good book to keep your mind occupied whilst all this chaos goes on in piltover at the moment.

you’re suddenly snapped out of your thoughts your head turned to see the library doors open to slowly reveal the one and only caitlyn kiramman, why is she in here? the question lingers in your mind. she has a lot to do let alone find the time to read a book right now it seems she doesn’t notice you till she looks up from the floor. her cold blue eyes capturing yours her lips slightly parted as words leave her mouth.

“what’re you doing in her at this time of night?” she questions, her soft blue locks are tied up into a neat bun yet a few strands are let loose her face shows evident signs of stress and lack of sleep.