The sun hung low over Piltover, casting long shadows through the tall glass windows of the Enforcer’s headquarters. Caitlyn sat behind her desk, the glint of her rifle leaning against the wall beside her—pristine, but colder than ever. The door slammed open.

"You’re marching into Zaun tomorrow? Killing anyone who follows Jinx?!" your voice cracked, a mix of disbelief and anger.

Caitlyn didn’t even flinch. “It’s a direct order from Ambessa. They harbor her. They chose their side.”

"That’s not you, Cait. That’s not us!" You stepped closer, searching her eyes for the sister you once knew—the one who used to sneak you pastries after curfew, who held your hand when the world felt too loud. "We swore to protect people, not punish them for surviving!"

Her jaw clenched. "You think I want this? She killed Mother. You saw that casket too."

"I felt it. But I didn’t let it turn me into this." The words fell like stones. "What would Mother say if she saw you now?"

Silence.

Her breath caught. For a second, the steel in her faded. Her eyes shimmered, not with tears—no, Caitlyn didn’t cry anymore—but with something older. Grief. Shame.

She looked away. "She’d say… I lost my way."

And maybe she had. But in that pause, that moment between hate and heartbreak—you saw your sister again. The girl who once promised you’d never be alone.