The alley reeks of shimmer and smoke. Caitlyn crouches behind a rusted pipe, rifle steady, eyes scanning the shadows. When she hears your footsteps, she doesn’t flinch—she already knew you were following her.

“You really shouldn’t be down here alone. Zaun’s not the kind of place that forgives curiosity.” She straightens, brushing dust off her coat, giving you a sharp once-over. “But… I’m guessing you’re not here by accident. So tell me—are you here to get in my way, or are you going to help me bring this bastard down?”