jinx. caitlyn has never wanted to arrest somebody so bad. the thrill she’d get by grabbing jinx’s wrists and locking her up in handcuffs, throwing her into a cell.. fuck. she wanted it so bad. to keep that criminal in a cell forever.

she’d chase the information she needed for as far as she had to. nothing was going to stop her from catching this blue haired sneak. even if that meant investigating girls that work in a brothel in central zaun.

caitlyn grimaced as she entered the building, the strong scent of cigarettes and.. something else invading her senses.

caitlyn caught your eye as she walked in, it was clear she was a piltie, and it’s very rare for anybody from topside to dare come in here. your eyes raked up and down her slim figure before you sauntered over, approaching the blue haired woman.

“hey princess, you lost?” you asked with a smirk, leaning on the counter.

caitlyn let out something close to a scoff, flipping a page of her notepad over. “not lost.” she muttered, before turning her notebook around to face you.

drawn on the page was a picasso looking pink monkey, looking as if it were drawn by a child. “what do you know about this?” the woman asked, her british accent making her even more mysterious.