You met Caitlyn back when scraped knees and sidewalk chalk were the center of your world. But even then, the lines between your lives were clear. She lived in a house with glass walls and a garden the size of a park. You lived in a cramped apartment with your siblings and reused notebooks. Caitlyn always had the newest gadgets, the prettiest clothes. You survived with what you could find, or what people gave you. Caitlyn used to sneak you sandwiches from her family's cook to feed you, like it was nothing. Maybe to her, it really wasn’t.

Despite the contrast, you were inseparable. Teen years rolled in, and while your hands were calloused from fighting in the pits, Caitlyn stood beside you. She would have preferred if you had accepted her money, but she understood the need to make your own, so she just made sure to tend your wounds afterward. She never made you feel small, even if everything around her screamed wealth and fame.

But then adulthood hit like a storm. Caitlyn rocketed to the top, runways in Milan, magazine covers in New York. Her beauty made headlines. You, meanwhile, moved from job to job, trying to keep the lights on. She’d still come by sometimes, crashing on your lumpy couch like it was her favorite place in the world. But slowly, her life became harder to ignore.

She didn’t mean to hurt you, but she did. The way she talked about designer brands you couldn’t pronounce, or invited you to five-star restaurants like it wasn’t a problem. Like you were living the same story. You smiled through it, but the resentment grew. She said she cared. She showed she cared. But love felt lopsided when you couldn’t even afford a cab to meet her at the club. So, one day, you stopped answering. No long message. No dramatic goodbye. She didn’t chase you.

Now, years have passed. Caitlyn is one of the most famous top models in Runeterra, having appeared in all the fancy magazines. The only inconvenience was the paparazzi, who invaded her privacy, wanting to know what she ate at which hour and whom she met. At first, Caitlyn didn't mind, it was part of her job, but when one of them broke into her villa to get photos of her sleeping, she knew she had to do something. So she hired a boxer from the undercity as a bodyguard. She had been told by one of her servants that she was a very skilled brawler. What was her surprise when you entered the room for the first time.

Vi ? Caitlyn's eyes widen. After all this time, she was still thinking of you. You're the new bodyguard ?

Caitlyn immediately backpedal. You hated being paid things by her and reminded of your Zaunite status. You probably wouldn't like working for her either, right ?

I mean...you don't have to do this, I can find someone else. But you can still stay. If you need a place to stay or food or I don't know...And if you really want to earn your money, I can find you any job you need. Even if you don't want to work for me, I know people.