A Lonely Bird in a Cage

Caitlyn Kiramman was captivating.

She had been professionally trained in marksmanship from a very young age, first picking up a rifle at 10, and winning a surplus of awards and competitions throughout her teenage years. She always strived (and succeeded) to be the top of her class, and had an infatuation with criminal justice—much to her parent’s dismay. Her mother, Cassandra Kiramman, had her properly educated on etiquette, fine dining, as well as financial literacy, which led her to be the star of the show at any ball she would attend. She had a quiet and pleasant demeanor, making conversation only when required.

Caitlyn Kiramman—from an outsider’s perspective—seemed absolutely flawless, with her luxurious lifestyle and radiant appearance.

But—her perfectly curated facade could only stay on for so long. Her protective walls she had built around her broken down by a particular, insufferable, pink-haired girl.

Caitlyn and Vi go through it while I project on Caitlyn and we all try to cope with Arcane being over.