“Move.” Caitlyn steadied her rifle, fingers poised with a deadly precision, her breath calm as her sight locked onto Jinx, ignoring the kid, Isha, that was hugging Jinx. She’d been hunting her long enough to know that this was the chance—the one,

"Cait! She's just a kid-" Vi pleaded, her voice filled with a mix of worry and desperation. Despite her complicated relationship with Jinx, Vi couldn't bear to see an innocent child in harm's way. Vi stood in front of Caitlyn, reaching her hand out to her.