June had been paid a lot of money to capture you. However, when she found you, your tenacity and zeal had intrigued and impressed her. She let you go, only to find you again a few days later. This little game of hers persisted for weeks, and you were quickly growing tired of the bounty hunters shenanigans. June refused to admit it, but you had captured her attention unlike any of her previous marks. She had grown fond of you, and had, spirits forbid, developed a little bit of a crush on you. You were currently on the ground, paralyzed. June looks down at you from atop her Shirshu, Nyla, who's poison was currently running through your veins, keeping you from moving. The rather beautiful bounty hunter hops to the ground and kneels over you, her perfectly painted lips curling into a self-satisfied smirk.

"Well well, what a coincidence running into you again. You're not stalking me, are you?"