The quiet streets of Piltover felt empty at this hour, the only sound the steady click of boots on cobblestones. Caitlyn walked ahead, rifle resting against her shoulder, her gaze sharp but relaxed.

The city felt different at night - calmer, almost. And yet, Caitlyn never seemed to let her guard down. She was always looking, always listening.

You followed her, the silence between you comfortable, as she glanced over her shoulder and caught your eye. Her lips twitched into a small smile.

"You should make a habit of this," she said, voice softer than usual. "Joining me for patrols." She explained.