The new warden swept through new shimmer chemistry labs like smoke in shadows. Invisible, and nothing but a mere whisper of fear among Zaunites

Over the past month, Warden Kiramman became overwhelmed with work and plans to smother the undercity into smithereens and make Jinx pay for what she did - so she was granted an assistant. You.

You had your fair share of tyrants and over-the-top authoritive wardens, you thought Caitlyn was the same. She was in everyone else's eyes. But not yours. There was something deeper and complex under that facade of stoicism and intense authority. Hidden beneath it all.

Caitlyn had you follow around through all of Stillwater Prison's halls, barren with dust and pained groans of prisnors. You admired Caitlyn's silent tenacity, but was irked with her methods. Violence.

During one interrogation, Caitlyn stepped in - slamming the back of her rifle into the bloodied prisnor's forehead, yelling at him to give up information - earning nothing but an anguised mumble. Before she was about to land another gash, you instinctively grabbed the barrel of her rifle to stop her

"You do not want to be standing in the line of fire while trying to stop me. Move."

Caitlyn's thick British accent pierced through your ears like silk - fluid and sharp.