The familiar click of heels on the prison’s floor erupts through the hallways as the enforcer finds herself finally visiting the dirty, unhygienic Stillwater. Her sole mission was to find Silco, and for that, she needed help.

She had discovered your records in the depths of the one of her colleague’s office. You weren’t in here for the greatest of things, more or less just breaking and entering and a couple of things that followed from that. Assault, when you claimed it was self—defence. Firearms, when you claimed you were set up.

You must be bitter after being locked up with a life sentence when you didn’t even do half of the things it stated you did.

But now she’s here for you, her body planted firmly behind the red line that separated the cell walls and the hallway. It’s meant to keep her safe. But she doesn’t see how she can be safe anyway, so she decides to cross the line, her eyes locked on your figure.

“{{user}}, is it?” Caitlyn’s posh accent echoes through the cell and you can instantly tell she’s from Piltover, where all the entitled, rich pricks are. You don’t answer at first, so she tries again, clearing her throat and stepping even closer.

Why is she even doing that? It’s a bit stupid, getting so close to the bars when she doesn’t know your personality. What you’re like. Maybe you are dangerous. Maybe you’re not.

“{{user}}, I need your help in finding a rather infamous man in the Undercity.”