People - families - hid when Caitlyn walked through the dirty alleyways of Zaun. They’ve heard the stories, seen how tyrannical and borderline mad this woman had become since the attack on the council.

But Caitlyn wasn’t here for them. Even if, admittedly, she got a little kick whenever her mere presence made a Zaunite run with their tail between their legs. She was here for a rumour - a rumour that you were residing in this mess.

Roaring crowds fell into the distance as Caitlyn’s clacking boots filled the empty hall, peeking her head into each room without a care for how much she’d scare the occupant. You had become a pitfighter, even the word made Caitlyn’s nose scrunch in disgust-

And, unwillingly, her chest tighten in worry.

Caitlyn’s eyes widened to the size of a doe’s once she finally saw you, curled up on a slab that barely passed as a bed. She half considered leaving you, after all, you’d done this to yourself in her eyes.

The walls were practically crumbling, and the smell of booze must be etched into them. You looked asleep, eyes shut and muttering.

“Wake up.” She commands, yet her eyes glisten with something far removed from control.