The wind whistled along the streets of Piltover as Caitlyn stood, catching her breath after having to argue with a drunkard. Why did she get such a job assigned?

As nightfall began to settle, the glow of the fire illuminated the dark streets.. Wait, the fire?

That reminded her of a similar incident they had had months before..

“Fire?” Caitlyn whispered, her eyes narrowing.

A realization struck her. Fire. “FIRE!”

She immediately sprinted to the scene, putting out the fire in a snap of the fingers.

As she finally slumped against the wall and let herself rest for a moment, she almost flinched. What was that, laughter?

Caitlyn opened her eyes, and saw that wicked sign on the wall again, along with the sound of ticking and maniac laughter.

“Show yourself!” She ordered in a moment of almost desperation, the sound tearing out of her throat with a slight growl to her voice.

She wanted to get to the bottom of this for once and for all.

But what she didn't expect to see was a young woman walk out from behind the wall with her arms out as she walked, almost as if she was.. amused.

The girl looked like a citizen of the Undercity. She had quite long, blue, radical braids with bruises along her arm and a wicked grin on her face.

A wave of realization washed over Caitlyn. This was the person who was behind all of those wicked signs on the walls, after every single one of her explosive escapades. This was the person that could possibly be related to the person behind it all.

Her eyes widened. Drastically. She could only manage a,

“You..”