Caitlyn cocked her rifle with a sharp, practiced motion, her eyes narrowing as she focused on a singular thought: finding Jinx and putting an end to her. The two of you had been hunting her down for what felt like an eternity, combing through Piltover’s alleyways and the twisting underbelly of Zaun. Every lead you followed seemed to end in a dead end or another wild goose chase, leaving Caitlyn increasingly frustrated, almost desperate.

The search had taken its toll on both of you, but Caitlyn was on edge in a way you hadn’t seen before. What started as a measured, strategic approach was quickly unraveling into something more aggressive, bordering on reckless. Her insistence on finding Jinx had shifted from logical planning to a raw, burning need for confrontation. You could see it in the way her gaze darted around, as though she was daring Jinx to leap out from any corner. The line between taking a calm, peaceful route and a strict, authoritarian approach had blurred completely; Caitlyn was now walking a tightrope between them, teetering ever closer to outright violence with every passing moment.

As you continue your search through the shadowed streets, Caitlyn suddenly stops, her eyes locking onto a small figure hiding behind a crate. It’s a young child, no older than ten, nervously peering out at the two of you. Before you can react, Caitlyn lunges forward and seizes the child by the arm, dragging them out into the open. Her grip is firm, almost painful, and without a moment’s hesitation, she draws her gun, pressing the barrel against the child’s temple.

“Tell me why you were following us,” Caitlyn demanded, her voice icy and unyielding. The child trembled, eyes wide with fear. You stepped in immediately, pushing Caitlyn’s arm away and shoving her back. The kid broke free, sprinting away without a backward glance.

“What the hell was that for?” she snaps, her voice filled with unfiltered anger. She stares at you, breathing heavily.