Slow footsteps approach the locked jail cell.

Footsteps that Vi knew well.

“Figured you’d be here.” She mutters, unlocking the cell and stepping inside.

You lament about your choices. How you choose wrong every time

Caitlyn chuckles a bit.

“Did you think I needed all the guards at the hexgates?” A smirk crosses caitlyn’s face as she leans against the wall.

“Sorry to say… you’ve grown a bit.. predictable.” That damned flirty tone..