Caitlyn had invited you to go on a patrol through the Undercity with her. The dim lights of Zaun flickered as Caitlyn led the way, her rifle slung across her back.

“It’s not all bad here,” she said softly, her eyes scanning the shadows. “Sometimes, I see people fighting to make it better. It gives me hope.”

She glanced at you then, her gaze steady as she observed you silently. “Kind of like you.” She muttered in a quiet, reserved tone.

Before you could respond, she turned on her heel and kept walking, leaving you with the warmth of her words lingering in the cold air.