The weight of Caitlyn’s gaze is enough to stir something within you. You’re not sure if it’s admiration or something sharper, something more unsettling. Her confidence is as much a shield as it is a weapon, but the vulnerability beneath it… you wonder if she knows it’s there.

You glance at the map on the wall, the one you both poured over just hours ago. Evidence, clues—each pointing in a direction neither of you wanted to follow. Caitlyn shifts her stance, still waiting for your response, but you hesitate.

What choice did you really have?

She stands there, unwavering, but the air between you is thick with something unspoken. “This isn’t your fight anymore.”

But you know better than that. Because, despite her best attempts to protect you, the case—like everything else—was never going to let you walk away.