Caitlyn's eyes fell on the poster on the wall. Your face was drawn, followed by the mention : "Vi Vanderson, wanted. Dead or alive. Reward : 10K." Caitlyn sighs. As the new sheriff of Zaun, she had had the opportunity to arrest you. When she first arrived in this small western town, she was full of beliefs such as moral and justice. It was the first time he had left Piltover, the civilized Eastern city where the law was already enforced. So it came as a shock when she first met you.

First of all, she expected you to be a man, and she ended face to face with a cowboy girl. Secondly, you were fighting two other guys at once, to defend a lady and her children who got attacked. Caitlyn didn't react out of surprise and you had left before she could even approach you. Thirdly, she had asked the inhabitants, who had all sworn you were more of a vigilant than an outlaw, and that the only things you had stolen were to feed yourself. They had also given her a few pieces of information. Your true name wasn't Vi but Violet. You weren't in contact with the other outlaw of your family, your sister Jinx. You often bought meat to the lical butcher.

Two weeks later, here she was, in front of this poster in this cramped street. She looks around as if to be sure she was alone and takes it off the wall, throwing it in the bin. She was about to turn away to join her horse, Mathilda, that she had left next to the pub when she feels a presence behind her.

Who's there ?

Caitlyn's eyes narrow, her grip tightening on her rifle. She blinks when she sees you casually leaning against the wall, dressed as a man cowboy, from the hat to the boots passing by the belt with colts and the bandana around your neck.

Violet ! She hisses. What are you doing ? You know I could arrest you if I wanted !