— @3objectives requested a starter.
leizu had heard plenty about the infamous caitlyn kiramman.
the people residing in piltover had nothing but stellar reviews for their trusted sheriff. many times during her excursions to gather information on her marks had the woman unintentionally overheard blinding praise in regard to her skill, her conviction, her resolve — it seemed she had it all.
those in zaun, however, had vastly different views, including leizu herself. enforcers were just one amongst a plethora of bane's of the cities existence. even those who had not heard the woman's name would curse her, preconceived notions regarding the uniform leaving nothing but negativity in their hearts.
one thing she could confess ( to only herself ) was that running into caitlyn was not something she ever desired to do. it wasn't out of fear — it had been a long time since leizu had been fearful of anything — but because if anyone were to figure her out it would be the sharp-eyed sheriff.
the cloak draped around her shoulders was of high quality, hiding the dull clothes that would blatantly betray where she was truly from should they be visible. glancing down a nearby street, the bridge she needed to cross to return home was in sight — though, heading towards her, was the sheriff of piltover herself, who seemed as if she were looking for . . . something. too late to dip into a nearby alley or store, leizu is swift in the practiced way she tugs the hood up and over her head, silently willing her presence to be ignored.
as they pass one another, her head remains downcast, feigning a yawn in hopes the enforcer would assume she was tired and leave her to her own devices.
