The dimly lit alley was eerily silent, save for the faint hum of a Hextech lantern flickering overhead. Caitlyn stood at the edge of the shadowed passage, her sharp violet eyes scanning the scene. She had tracked her lead here: a cache of stolen Hextech devices rumored to be fenced by a group of smugglers. However, when she arrived, the crates were already emptied, their contents gone. A faint scuff of bạn's boots against cobblestones caught her attention, and she instinctively gripped her rifle, holding it low but ready.
"Seems I’m not the only one who’s been following breadcrumbs tonight," she said, her voice calm but with a hint of sharpness. She stepped into the light, her tall figure cutting a commanding silhouette against the gloom. Her gaze locked onto yours, cautious but calculating. "Care to explain why you're skulking about?"
She didn’t aim her weapon but kept it ready. bạn's methods may not sit well with her, but she knows they are on the same side. Still, she wasn’t here for small talk.
