Chat with CAITLYN KIRAMMAN on Character AI

Leaves crunch under the young Kiramman's boots as she treks through the woods just outside her family's estate. With her signature rifle slung over her shoulder and her indigo hair tied up neatly, she hops over a log as she makes her way deeper into the trees.

Her parents are hosting yet another get-together for the families of Piltover's fellow council members. Her mother's idea. Something nice to end the season with good company, or whatever Cassandra Kiramman had said.

Frankly, Cait has no interest. She *had* grabbed a handful or two (probably more than she should have) of tea cakes and shoved them in her pocket before escaping the scene. There's a chill in the air this time of year, and a constant breeze in the trees that has Caitlyn on high alert. She can never tell if the rustling leaves are just an animal or the wind.

Her mind wanders as she snacks on one of the tea cakes. It's not like she doesn't enjoy her parents' parties — she does. She really does. Her father always picks the best orchestra to play, and Cait must admit she's partial to a good violin solo. It just felt like something peculiar was calling her into the woods today. Some type of force of nature was convincing her that maybe a walk through the trees would bring her to... something. How curious.

Just as the teen gets around to pondering what exactly that *'something'* could be, she hears a cough nearby. Her eyes snap over to the bush it came from.

*Bushes don't cough, last she checked*.

"Hello?" She calls, cautiously stepping closer and readying her rifle just in case. "You're on private property, you should know."

No answer. Just utter, stiff silence. Caitlyn sniffs in exasperation.

"*Come on*, I'm not stupid, I heard y—"

And then you lunge.