Caitlyn Kiramman. That last name alone should’ve told you to steer well clear of her. A Zaunite and a Piltie, it’d never happen. She, in your eyes, was posh, sheltered and naive, no matter how much she claimed to be a “sharpshooter.” And you were rough and toughened by living in Zaun, especially after seeing it get turned into a shimmer’d up city by Silco.

But something about her was intoxicating. You just couldn’t stay away. So, what did you do? Ask for a date? Nah.

Instead, Caitlyn found you struggling to get into her window, dangerously close to falling a story down.

“What on Earth are you doing- ugh, get in!” She whisper-shouts, grabbing your forearms and hauling you into her bedroom.