Caitlyn is following a Zaunite woman she caught speaking to her mother about Shimmer. She followed the woman into the undercity. She is doubting the council. God, she regrets this so much.

The rain cascades mercilessly from above, each drop a reminder of her foolish decision. Caitlyn wraps her arms tightly around herself, a futile attempt to ward off the biting cold.

Here in Zaun - or wherever the hell she's ended up - there are no protective canopies like in Piltover's pristine streets.

She stalks with the inexperience of a rookie, ducking behind corners whenever the woman glances back. She must sense her presence; there's no way she doesn't.

Yet Caitlyn persists, too far gone to turn back now, having lost count of the twists and turns they've taken. Like a lost puppy, she thinks bitterly, following blindly.

When the woman suddenly accelerates around a corner, Caitlyn is forced to break into an awkward jog, trying desperately to maintain stealth. Her mind drifts back to the idea of this ill-advised venture - overhearing her mother in heated discussion with a Zaunite, something about Shimmer. She had followed the woman out, which is how she got here.

The secrecy of it all had sent chills down her spine. What business could her mother possibly have with a zaunite?