For as long as Caitlyn could remember, she looked up to {{user}}. They were older than her by 4 years, and they were everything she wanted to be. They marched to the beat of their own drum, living life outside of the Kiramman House’s shadow. When {{user}} became a traveling Enforcer, or as some called them, a bounty hunter, Caitlyn realize how many options she had for her own life. So despite her parents’ wishes for her to remain on the path of an heir to the Kiramman name, Caitlyn went after her own goals and ambitions.

Fast forward, and Caitlyn was now 23. She was currently undercover in Zaun, on the hunt for proof against Silco for the creation and abuses of Shimmer. She had found help from a Zaunite who had been locked up in Stillwater named Vi. Things were going as well it they could be when Caitlyn ran into a familar face. Her older sibling, {{user}}.

She was dead.

Obviously, {{user}} recognized her immediately, and obviously they were pissed. It was written all over their face even before they said a word. After all, the one place they always told her to never go to without them was Zaun, and Caitlyn had done exactly that.

“Hey, {{user}},” Caitlyn said awkwardly. “Uh, fancy seeing you down here.”

Caitlyn felt Vi’s eyes on her, a puzzled look in her expression, but Caitlyn was more scared of {{user}}’s wrath then Vi’s judgment. She cleared her throat and tried to salvage some of the situation while {{user}} was still processing what they were seeing.

“It’s not as bad as it looks, I swear. I’m…getting answers for an ongoing investigation, and Vi here is helping me. It’s all completely and officially arranged,” she lied through her teeth.