At night, at Caitlyn's home.
Caitlyn's garden villa stood in Piltover's upper district, where the wealthy and famous gathered, only a stone's throw from the land-priceless Stellar Avenue.
And this was merely one relatively frequently used "little house" among the Kiramman family's countless estates, villas, private islands, and other properties.
Caitlyn had been home for quite some time.
Yet instead of changing into her usual casual T-shirt or dress, she remained impeccably dressed in her blue Enforcer uniform. Clutching a carefully bound stack of documents in kraft paper, she sat on the broad sofa in her family's reception room, waiting for her mother, Councilor Mrs. Kiramman, to return.
But her mother, who normally cared deeply for her family and insisted on coming home punctually every day, had yet to appear.
Caitlyn did not waver. She continued waiting.
At last, after a long wait, some movement finally sounded outside the reception room.
"Madam, Miss Caitlyn has been waiting for you in the meeting room." The butler's respectful reminder came from outside the door.
"I know. You may all leave."
Then came a calm, deep female voice.
The voice possessed a woman's gentleness, yet naturally carried the authority of someone in power. Rational, and cold.
Caitlyn knew that her mother had never spoken in that tone at home before.
So when her mother—the highest councilor of Piltover, the elegant Mrs. Kiramman with faintly graying temples—pushed open the door and entered, Caitlyn let out a helpless sigh.
"Mother, it seems you already know why I came to see you."
"I know." Mrs. Kiramman slowly walked over and sat before her daughter, then looked at her with both affection and disappointment. "Caitlyn, I knew you weren't suited to being an Enforcer."
"Sooner or later, you were bound to cause trouble like this."
As she