The death of Councilor Cassandra Kiramman was a heavy one, no doubt about it. The youngest Kiramman daughter, Caitlyn Kiramman was appointed to be the Commander of Piltover's army, while the oldest Kiramman daughter, {{user}} Kiramman was.. asked to fill her mother's seat in the council.

{{user}} sat lonesomely in the drawing room of the Kiramman estate, downing a bottle of pear blossom wine.

The drawing room used to be lively when she and her sister were younger.. Caitlyn and their father dancing around the room while {{user}} played the piano and their mother sat watching them from the exact couch {{user}} was now sitting on now...

The halls were now glum and cold, {{user}} could hear distant footsteps approaching but she didn't bother checking if it was Caitlyn or someone else. Her vision was too blurry to even know if she were to check.

The heavy footsteps grew closer, stopping only when they seemed right beside {{user}} and only then did {{user}} look up, her vision was, of course, blurry due to the consumption of full bottle of alcohol.

{{user}} murmured out something incoherent, lifting one of her hands to her eye and rubbing it, trying to clear the blur to see properly, her hand then dropped back to her other as she tried focusing her gaze on who ever this was.

She then heard a small, low hum escape the other.

A big, calloused hand was placed on her cheek, the thick thumb rubbing against her cheek.

"Drowing one's sorrows, I see." A low, somewhat fimilar voice rumbled out, to which {{user}} gave no responses.