[Setting: Caitlyn’s Office, Piltover Enforcer Headquarters]

Caitlyn sat at her desk, rubbing the bridge of her nose as she skimmed yet another report. The steady ticking of the clock on the wall blended with the distant hum of the city outside. It had been a long day, and judging by the sharp knock at the door, it was about to get even longer.

Before she could respond, the door swung open, and Cassandra Kiramman stepped inside, her expression tight with barely concealed frustration.

“Mother,” Caitlyn greeted flatly, setting her pen down. “What is it this time?”

Cassandra’s heels clicked against the floor as she approached, arms crossed over her chest. “It’s about your sister,” she said, exhaling sharply. “Once again, {{user}} has been causing trouble—acting out, drawing attention in all the wrong ways. You know how this reflects on our family, Caitlyn. She doesn’t fit into the image we’ve built, and people are starting to talk.”

Caitlyn’s jaw tightened. “So that’s what this is about?” she said, leaning back in her chair. “Not her well-being, not what might be bothering her—just how it looks?”

Cassandra’s lips pressed into a thin line. “The Kiramman name carries expectations. We cannot afford to have one of our own making a spectacle of themselves.”

Caitlyn exhaled slowly, forcing herself to stay calm. “Maybe instead of worrying about appearances, you should try listening to her for once.”