Caitlyn sighed for what felt like the hundredth time in half an hour, her glazed eyes still staring vacantly at the hextech device perched on her lap. The flood of urgent messages and communication alerts had finally ceased and the Sheriff could at last have the chance to relax and gather her thoughts. Caitlyn leaned back on her seat, eyelids slowly closing, her hands rising to rub her temples trying to alleviate her headache, to no avail. The little yordles inside her head kept striking her mercilessly. Caitlyn scowled, she hardly remembered anything that happened after she left the prison, everything from the point of Vi's goodbye felt like a distant dream dissolving in daylight.

She could vaguely recall organizing the police force. Giving orders, assigning new duties and patrol routes to her deputies, the fake smile on the mayor's face congratulating her for her safe return, hurriedly shaking her hand the moment the journalists arrived. Caitlyn had smiled politely, posing for the cameras, her cold gaze making the politician fidget in his shoes. The brunette had then proceeded to thank the mayor for financially supporting the families of the deceased security guards and prison personnel, making sure to be loud enough for the reporters to hear. The man's already pale complexion had turned ashen in a few moments and Caitlyn had left him to his own devices swarmed by flashing cameras and noisy journalists.

Caitlyn had then made her way to the station's doors, rifle in hand ready to rid her city of criminals once more and restore order. She didn't have to, the moment the news of her return reached the streets all illegal activities had came to a halt and the perpetrators had scrambled away, some of them even leaving the city. A lot of crooks and lowlifes were arrested that day even after their desperate flight, but that wasn't the point, the order was restored and Piltover was safe once more.

Caitlyn sighed, her eyes wandering to the double metal doors at the end of the hallway, the red light above them still shining maliciously in all its glory, signaling that Vi's operation was still in process. Her gaze returned back to the hextech screen laying on top of her lap. Caitlyn tried to make the best use of her time, reading unsolved case reports and replying to congratulation emails, but the words seemed to be dancing in front of her eyes.

Unsolved cases, damage reports, the journalist's coverage, politicians bickering about each other, nothing seemed capable of penetrating the foggy veil residing in her mind. Sleep, she needed to sleep, rest her mind and body, but there was no way that she could sleep while Vi was fighting for her life.

She took a sip from her trusty coffee mug, praising Heimerdinger and his magnificent inventions before suddenly scowling. Cold, the coffee had gotten cold and it was extremely sweet, she hadn't even noticed the beverage's taste with all the thoughts whirling inside her head.

The Sheriff's eyes darted to the metal doors again before taking another sip of the sugary liquid, her scowl deepening. Caitlyn hated sweet things and sugar in general, she preferred the rich flavor of black coffee or Ionian tea massaging her taste buds. This syrupy concoction didn't suit an intellectual like herself and she was contemplating of getting another one from the vending machine around the corner when the doors swung open and a yordle dressed in a doctor's uniform came out.

Caitlyn run to him, her coffee debate completely forgotten, hextech device clattering on the floor behind her. The doctor lowered his mask revealing his furry face and Caitlyn stopped in front of him barely restraining herself from kneeling to aid the creature in meeting her gaze, a gesture every yordle found annoying and extremely discriminating. She took a deep breath, steeling her heart, readying herself for the worst, making little effort of concealing her anxiety, her eyes glued on the dried blood covering the front of the yordle's uniform.

"How is she?"

The yordle smiled reassuringly, its little eyes warm with compassion.

"She had lost a lot of blood, but she is strong. We will keep an eye on her for a few hours to ensure that everything is ok, but her life is out of danger."

Caitlyn sighed, she opened her mouth to thank him, but the words were caught in her throat, she found it extremely hard to swallow or even breathe for that matter. The yordle smiled understandingly.

"Do you want to see her, Sheriff?"

Caitlyn managed to swallow, but her voice was still absent so she nodded.

"Follow me"

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The smell of disinfectant was nauseating, the array of medical instruments filling the tables resembled the tools of a madman. The hard hextech lamps on the ceiling illuminated a pile of bloody bandages and scarlet cotton glistering ominously. Caitlyn followed the yordle to a small door at the side of the room, everything was silent and eerie as if she has an actor in a horror movie. The room was painted a dull grey, lifeless and depressing, the walls seemed to suck in the light, filling the room with shadows. The small creature looked at her and pressed its furry finger on its lips gesturing her to be quiet and Caitlyn nodded in confirmation before the yordle led her into another room filled with beds. They were all unoccupied except for one, a young nurse was tending to the patient carefully wrapping clean bandages around the pinkette's head.

Caitlyn approached silently. Vi was laying on the bed pale and motionless, covered in bruises and bandages, dressed in only a hospital gown and her undergarments. Caitlyn felt the guilt swelling inside her chest. Vi was like that because she had tried to help her. The nurse gently laid the pinkette's head back on the pillow and covered her with a thick blanket. She turned to Caitlyn smiling kindly.

"You should go now, Sheriff. Miss Vi needs to rest and you seem like you are going to collapse any moment now. Go home and get some sleep, you can visit her again tomorrow."

Caitlyn nodded slowly on the blink of tears, her eyes still focused on the pinkette's still form.

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Caitlyn was alone in the darkness. She run, fear tugging at her heartstrings, dark tendrils threatening to grab her at every turn. She kept running, stumbling in the darkness trying to find the exit, the things behind her kept crawling in the shadows. Caitlyn screamed for help, the walls were closing in on her, she saw a ray of light shinning in the distance and she run towards it with all her might.

Something wrapped around her neck, it pulled her back into the darkness and she coughed while the thing dragged her across the floor, her hands flailing around trying to escape the creature's grasp.

Caitlyn heard a growl and she turned around to look behind her, she froze her blood turning into ice, eyes opening wide in fear. The tendrils were actually tongues. A creature made of angry inmates, molded together by some unholy power was trying to devour her. She observed their faces still frozen in shock. Angry, smirking, sinister, crazy their stares oozed murderous intent promising her a slow death. Caitlyn tried to move away but to no avail, the creature continued dragging her towards its open mouth, jaws dripping poison and acid, mouth filled with enormous teeth painted red with fresh blood. Suddenly the pressure on her neck dissappeared.

Her eyes wandered towards her neck and her makeshift leash only to find a hand there prying the tendrils away. Caitlyn's gaze moved upwards, following the hand until her eyes met the wrist and the prisoner's uniform all the way to the shoulder and the smirk on the woman's face. Her eyes widened once more, the light was way closer now and the angel leaned into her pressing her lips on her ear. Caitlyn tried to look at her face, she could see everything but the woman's features. The background was fading and she realized that the dream was ending. She didn't want it to end, not before discovering the angel's identity. The monsters cried out in rage but they were too scared of the angel to approach them.

"Who are you?'

The woman stayed silent.

"Why am I seeing this?"

She demanded, the angel's lips moved, but her words were lost in the monster's roars

"Oh, Sheriff"

Caitlyn opened her eyes, a deputy was standing at her doorstep looking utterly terrified.

"I am sorry, Sheriff I didn't mean to wake you."

Caitlyn waved her hand dismissively to show him that she didn't really mind the intrusion. Even though her dream was interrupted, sleeping on the job was unacceptable.

"It's ok, I was just resting my eyes. How may I help you?"

She stood up, rearranging some of the papers occupying her desk, the fog of sleep slowly clearing out. Her ears started to recognize the usual sounds of the station. The deputies were answering phone calls, running in and out of the station and taking witnesses' testimonies or doing paperwork. The man in front of her, nodded absentmindedly, before placing a memory card on her desk.

"This is the footage you requested."

"Thank you Mark, you can return back to your post."

The deputy saluted and left closing the door behind him. Caitlyn inserted the memory card into a holographic device. A small screen rose from the card reader followed by a holographic keybord. Caitlyn pressed a key and the screen came to life showing her dozens of different screens, she chose the one she desired by moving her hand through the projected image and the screen expanded covering all the other screens.

She observed the scenery, the guards patrolling the halls and doing their daily activities, the visitors getting in and out of the check point, everything seemed normal until the camera stopped working. Caitlyn frowned, she shoved the screen to the side, replacing it with the multi-perspective screen and focused her attention on the other cameras.

The prisoners attacked the guards, the cells opened, the warden was murdered in cold blood, the fire alarm and the motion sensors activated the emergency shutters. She magnified the last screen. She watched herself running in the corridor, the prisoner hot on her trail. She witnessed the man stabbing her in the chest, once, twice, three times before running away. She held her breath her whole frame shaking, she had seen the swings, the attacks had definitely connected, the blood that was spreading on the floor was a dead giveaway. She saw herself crawling, trying to get help and then pass out. Another figure dashed into the scene, a prisoner with pink hair and a Vi tattoo under her left eye. She kneeled besides her motionless body, checking her vitals before lifting her in her hands and running away.

Caitlyn pressed a key, the movie rolled back to the prisoner stabbing her. She pressed the key again, her blood stained the walls. She pressed the key again and again and again.

Writer's Note: Did you know that Heimerdinger was the inventor of coffee? Me neither.