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iii. a ghost to catch
CAITLYN KIRAMMAN IS A GOOD DETECTIVE. A damn good detective at that. When she was a kid, she would read mystery book after mystery book, often staying up late into the night, so engrossed in the twists and turns of the plot that she could hardly put the book down. She wanted to know who the murderer was, how they did it, and—most importantly—why. It was an obsession. She'd be sprawled out on the floor of her room with a book in one hand and a cup of tea in the other, her mind already imagining scenarios, formulating theories, always one step ahead.
She was already an amazing sharpshooter, thanks to her mother forcing her into shooting lessons from the young age of six. Caitlyn hated the discipline at first, the endless hours of training, the constant correction. But over time, she grew to love the precision, the control. By the time she was thirteen, she could shoot with the same accuracy as her mother, the woman who had always been a cold, demanding figure in her life.
Her mother, Cassandra Kiramman, was a councilor, powerful and influential, and she had a very particular view of Caitlyn's future. Unlike other mothers who might encourage their children to take risks or follow their passions, Cassandra had always been rigid. When Caitlyn became an enforcer, Caitlyn was never allowed to take on high-stakes assignments or dangerous missions—she was always kept safe, always stuck in mundane, low-risk patrols. It was for her own protection, Cassandra would say, as if the world could never be a dangerous enough place for her only daughter. But Caitlyn hated it. She wasn't some fragile porcelain doll to be kept in a glass case.
Cassandra's influence was everywhere. When Caitlyn entered the enforcers, it was clear that her mother's position on the council had its benefits, and drawbacks. Instead of being thrown into real fieldwork, Caitlyn found herself stuck with the boring patrols—nothing too serious, nothing that could ever threaten the family name. It was safe. Too safe. Her mother had made sure of it. Caitlyn would often overhear her colleagues complain about her being "Councilor Kiramman's daughter," and how that meant they had to give her cushy assignments. But Caitlyn couldn't ignore the ache inside her every time she saw a real case go unsolved, a life lost without justice. She wanted more. She wanted to prove she could handle it, even if her mother didn't think she was ready.
But she tried not to let her mothers controlling attitude to let her forget about what she truly believes in. , from the moment Sheriff Grayson asked Caitlyn the question at a sharpshooter competition with all of Piltovers best shooters, "What are you shooting for?" Caitlyn knew. She wanted to do good for the world. To create peace. To protect the people who couldn't protect themselves. She wanted justice. But more than that, she wanted to prove herself, to show her mother that she was more than just a privileged councilor's daughter.
So, despite her mother's objections, Caitlyn pushed forward, becoming an enforcer.
It was a logical step for someone like Caitlyn, someone who had the training and the ambition. But what she didn't expect, what she wasn't prepared for, was the weight of the stories she would hear. Stories of violence, of betrayal, of the murky depths where morality got lost in the shadows.
