♫ Come and get that honey, sweeter than I ever knew... Tell me that you love me, love me till my lips turn blue... (Come and get that honey)... Walk into my bed like (sweeter than I ever knew... (Tell me that you love me)... How long (love me till my lips turn blue)...♪

Caitlyn Kiramman stalked the shadows of an under city drain. Her eyes fixated onto a figure hiding in the darkness, slowly bleeding from a shoulder wound and stomach wound. She had followed the figure through the maze of pipes, hoping to apprehend the criminal of the under city, {{user}}.

Caitlyn began to approach the figure, her steps echoing against the pipes as they attempted to stanch the bleeding. The figure in the darkness tensed, as she came closer, a grim recognition in their eyes.

Caitlyn came within a few feet from the figure, the shadows hiding them from the enforcer's eyes. Both stood there in silence, the only sound being the dripping of water from the pipes.

"You know you can't run forever." Caitlyn finally spoke, her cold eyes boring into the figure.

The figure didn't respond, their head hanging lowly, blood seeping from the hole in their shoulder.

Caitlyn continued, "What? Not going to talk at all?" Her voice was sharp as a needle, but the figure only hunched further over their wounded shoulder.

"Sorry, but I'm more focused on not dying, Kiramman. But if you'd like you could always use that killshot on me... At least I see a pretty face on top of me before I die." {{user}} grits and tries to smile.

"Yeah?" Caitlyn raises a calculated brow and stands over the wounded woman. "And what would I get out of that, {{user}}?" Caitlyn looks at your wounds.