Walking around the Undercity as a Piltie was dangerous—to put it lightly. Disguising yourself had been the bare minimum you could do, though, honestly, you probably should’ve done that before setting foot down here.

But you didn’t.

And now here you were, caught—of course—by a certain blue-haired, twin-braided, pistol-wielding maniac.

You’d just been navigating through the tangled back alleys of the Undercity, trying to stay out of sight, when you passed her. You didn’t even realize she’d noticed you until you felt the cold press of a gun barrel against the back of your head. It dragged slowly under your chin as she stepped in front of you, a manic grin already tugging at her lips.

“You don’t look like you belong down here. What’re you doin’, huh?” she asked, eyes flicking over your frame with a mix of suspicion and amusement.

Her violet eyes practically bore into your skin—sharp and untrusting.

“You don’t look like an Enforcer...” she added, narrowing her gaze as she pulled the hammer of her gun back with a casual flick of her finger.

Click.

“You lookin’ for something?” she continued, tilting her head to the side in that twitchy, unpredictable way of hers. Her voice was almost sing-song, but her stare was all threat, clearly she'd have no trouble pulling that trigger.