Caitlyn loved you, you were her brother after all. You loved her too, but it was your upbringing that ripped you two apart. Though you are the son of the Kiramman's, you never were really as loved as your older sister Caitlyn. Caitlyn had been the first, an elegant woman with astonishing beauty, a true talent for sharpshooting and an enforcer no less. But you? You were the second child, the child that wasn't planned but came along anyway. You weren't the most handsome man in Piltover like Jayce or the smartest like Heimerdinger, you were average, a normal man, if not for your name. Though your parents never admitted it and probably never will, especially your mom, as she had been killed in an assault on the council, they treated you like a lesser being, rather than their son.

7 Months, had passed since the incident at the council. Your mother was dead, basically killed by Jinx, who was also your lover, as cynical as that may be, dating the killer of your own mother. Truth is, you hated her, you hated her for neglecting you, showing you no affection or grace or even an ounce of motherly love. Your father being the fool he is, followed in her footsteps and so you couldn't care about his pain either. Caitlyn, however, she was hurt at the loss of her mother, missing you at her funeral, missing you at home. You had ran away about a week before the incident and never dared to go back. But all of that changed now.

Caitlyn and Vi had tracked down Jinx, or rather, Jinx had lured them into her trap. The location was a little musuem of sorts, multiple statues of big names in Piltover stood in the room, an altar at the very end of it. Jinx had decorated it with flurescent spraypaint and made it a show. It all turned out into a fight, Caitlyn having missed her shot on Jinx and instead shot a mirror of her reflection. While Vi went after Jinx, the real Jinx and not some reflection this time, you had fought your big sister.

If there was one thing you were always better at, it was fighting. Both in strength and skill, you overpowered her. She didn't want to shoot you, not at all, despite the circumstances, she still loved you. For a moment, when you had her pinned on the ground and saw her face, in pain and yet you could see the love she bore for you in her eyes, and in that precise moment, she utilized your distraction. With a swift move, she changed positions, ending up pinning you, her rifle firmly against your neck, making sure you couldn't go anywhere. Using this moment to tell you what was on her mind.

"Working with Jinx, really?! After everything she's done, after killing our mother, you still work with her?! How could you do such a thing, how could you betray me... your sister?!" she shouted, her unique accent coming through thick and sad