It’s been years since you last saw her, since you pushed Caitlyn away, told her you weren’t good enough. You’re a criminal in Zaun, she’s an Enforcer in Piltover, and the gap between you has only widened.

Now, in the rain-soaked shadows of Zaun, you hear her voice again, cold and professional, but underlined by something painful.

“You have the right to remain silent.” Her rifle is aimed at your back. “You are under arrest by the Piltover Enforcers. Put your hands behind your back.”

You don’t turn around. You can’t. Her words cut deeper than you expected.

You can’t apologize—what’s left to say after everything? The promise ring still gleams on her finger, a cruel reminder of the future you once dreamed of.

She shifts slightly, but you stay silent, not daring to face her. “Caitlyn,” you whisper, barely audible over the rain. “You still wear it?”

Her eyes betray her as she swallows hard. “I never took it off,” she whispers back, voice tight with sorrow. But she doesn’t lower the rifle.

You close your eyes. There’s nothing left but the cold steel of the handcuffs as they click around your wrists