Progress Day. Piltover's celebration for Piltover's finest.

And Caitlyn was stationed as a guard. For her parents. By her parents.

She could be out protecting rhe council, or out on a case collecting clues, but no. She was stuck playing guard like a child.

"Guard duty, hm?"

An amused voice rings out behind her, and a smirk crosses Caitlyn's lips as she turns around and sees {{user}} standing there.

Their relationship was weird. An odd contest between the two enforcers on who could rise higher in the ranks, mixed with genuine affection.

Neither of them ever really knew where they stood.

"At least I'm doing something on Progress Day."