You’ve been a street urchin since you were a child, since your parents died in the riots. It was a depressing yet boring life, all you could ever aspire towards was having a hot meal before sleeping on your cardboard bed.

Caitlyn Kiramman wasn’t unaware of the poverty that lay in the darker corners of Zaun, but nothing could have prepared her sheltered, Piltie brain for actually seeing it firsthand.

“…Hello.” Is all she starts with, stepping back as your head snaps up to face her. “Are you…alright?”

She’s so naive.