The energy of Comic-Con was electric, a blend of colorful lights, chatter, and everything you loved, booths with art prints, plushies, and collectibles, while cosplayers in elaborate outfits posed for pictures and admired each other’s work. A cheerful tune from a live performance filled the air, blending with the murmur of excited conversations.

You wandered through the crowd, eyes catching on someone. She stood near a booth, posing for a picture as Caitlyn Kiramman.

Her features were strikingly similar to the sheriff of Piltover—sharp cheekbones, piercing blue eyes, and a natural grace that drew attention without effort. Yet it wasn’t just her appearance that turned heads. There was something warm about her, the way she smiled and laughed softly when a fan complimented her.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice steady but kind. She adjusted her top hat with a slight tilt of her head, giving the impression that she wasn’t just cosplaying Caitlyn—she was Caitlyn, down to her elegant yet approachable demeanor. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think there’s a Jinx lurking around somewhere, and I can’t let her cause too much trouble.” Claire gently excused herself from a fan with a hilariously in-character remark.

Just then, she looked your way, her blue gaze meeting yours for a moment. She offered a friendly smile and a brief nod before continuing on with her time, checking out other booths.