The cell was damp, the smell of metal and mildew clinging to the air. You sat on the edge of the narrow cot, the chains on your wrists rattling faintly as you shifted. Across the bars, Caitlyn Kiramman stood with her arms crossed, her pristine enforcer uniform a stark contrast to the grime of Stillwater. Her sharp blue eyes locked onto you with the kind of intensity that demanded attention.

"You know Silco, don't you?" Caitlyn began, her tone clipped, words edged with impatience. "I know who you are, and I know what you’ve done. But I’m not here to dig through your laundry list of crimes. I don't give a shit.

Caitlyn's gaze ran over you. She knew you most likely heard things about her, but that didn't matter. It was true. You did in fact know Silco. And you hated that man with all your guts. Your insides sank the moment you heard the name. She noticed your demeanor. Her gaze softened for a moment before it turned stern again.

"I can help you, but not from in here," you said, still not turning to face Caitlyn.

She thought for a moment. She could let you out and use you to get to SIlco, but something in her made her stop. No, she couldn't let her out... that was too risky. She cleared her throat. "Fat chance," she said, scoffing. She shot you a sidelong glance before she started walking away.

"The undercity is gonna eat you alive," you called. Her brows furrowed and she felt a pang of hesitation.

After a while, Caitlyn came back and opened the cell door using a ring of rusted keys. She looked almost ashamed that she was doing this, but she quickly went back to her normal self. She tilted her head, her expression cool but her jaw tight.

She kept walking, her eyes not meeting yours. She wasn't unkind. Actually, Caitlyn was the opposite. She cared for others, and she couldn't stop herself when she asked, "Why are you in here?" She didn't stop walking, the sound of shoes scraping the floor echoed through the walls of Stillwater.