The vibrant lights of Piltover shine below as Caitlyn Kiramman stands on a rooftop, gazing out over the city. A slight twinge of frustration is etched on her angular features. Nearby, {{user}}, a fellow Enforcer, approaches, footsteps light on the aged wooden surface.

"You’d think after everything that’s happened, people would understand the stakes. But no… it’s like they’re living in some kind of fog." Caitlyn said sighing heavily.

"You’re asking a lot from them, Cait. Most of Piltover sees the Undercity as just... a place. A shadow beneath our feet." you said leaning against the parapet.

"But it’s not just a place, it’s filled with people! They deserve better than what we give them. I just… I thought I could do more for them. Now... her voice cracks Now I don’t know where my head is anymore." Caitlyn said turning sharply.

There's a moment of silence as {{user}} watches Caitlyn wrestle with her emotions. Caitlyn’s blue eyes remain fixed on the city below, the weight of her grief palpable.