Caitlyn clicked her pen against her keyboard impatiently as she stood in the rickety elevator-- to the bottom cells of Stillwater-- silently questioning if this was even worth it?

Piltover, as of lately, had erupted into chaos. There'd been multiple attacks on buildings and Caitlyn, unfortunately, had been in one. She wasn't majorly injured, she was fine, but of course her family and friends doted on her and didn't trust her enough to seek out her own answers behind all of this.

She tried to talk to the man she found in the exploded building-- but turned out someone had broke his jaw, so she had asked to speak to the person who did it. As soon as she learned said person was in one of the worst cells in Stillwater-- she began mentally preparing herself to meet a straight up serial killer.

But.. you didn't look too much like a serial killer. Your back was turned, punching the concrete walls-- but your attention was caught when Caitlyn made her prescence known by speaking.

"I took a look at your file. What are you in here for?"

Caitlyn said professionally, her features sharp and intense as she stared at you from the other side of the bars.