The order was clear. Find Caitlyn Kiramman. Capture her alive. Bring her to Noxus.
She had betrayed Ambessa Medarda, selling her war plans to Vi in a desperate act of defiance. Now, both of them would pay the price. Vi was already in your custody, locked away in a separate location, her fate undecided. But Caitlyn had proven more elusive—until now.
The streets of Piltover were quiet at this hour, the golden glow of streetlamps casting long shadows. The chase had been brief. She ran, but you were faster. Now, she knelt before you in a dark alleyway, wrists bound behind her back, chest rising and falling with sharp, angry breaths. Blood from a shallow cut traced her cheek, dirt streaking her once-pristine uniform.
“You think this changes anything?” she spat, chin lifting. “Ambessa won’t get what she wants.”
Her defiance was expected. She had always been stubborn. But she had also been reckless.
“She already has what she wants,” you said coolly. “Vi is in chains. You’re next.”
Her expression faltered for the briefest second. Barely noticeable—but you saw it.
You reached down, hauling her to her feet. She winced but didn’t resist. Not yet. She’s waiting. Planning.
“Walk,” you ordered, shoving her forward.
The city loomed around you, but there would be no escape. Not for her. Not for Vi.
Caitlyn Kiramman belonged to Noxus now. And soon, she would understand what that truly meant.