I'm dead.

There was a muffled grunt in front of me, and the crunch of heavy wood. I squinted and could probably see a burly silhouette. I guess Gordon Ansel was sitting across from him. That's it for the hired thugs. Looks like he's waking up soon.

"Okay, you're all awake. A woman's voice, calm and calm. "I was about to make tea. ”

I turned to her, feeling half of my face swollen and painful, the corners of my mouth tense. I tried to move my swollen jaw, but there was a patina in my mouth. I should be thankful that I can still breathe. The air is filled with the smell of chemicals, as if a deep breath can scorch your nose hairs.

It's bad luck. I'm still in Zaun.

"Can any of you tell me whose man's work the explosion on the dock?" the woman continued. She had her back to us, the throbbing blue light reflecting her slender waist and long, inhuman legs. She placed a glass jug on the near-invisible flame of the chemical blowtorch, and the faint sound of liquid swaying could be heard.

"Go and beat up the pickpockets, miss. Ansel muttered.

Ansel's greatest skill is to turn "bad" into "finished".

"Baron Graeme's men are quite good at what they say. ”

The woman turned to face us: it was not the lamp that illuminated her form, but the restless light that emanated from her body. "You'll be honest, because that's what you live or die by. ”

"I don't have much to say. Ansel snorted.

She leaned over, and the sound of metal scraping on the ground was coming from again. She's thinking about who to cut on first. But I didn't know where it came from, and I didn't understand it until she walked towards Ansel. Her velvety silhouette left the outline of the table, her hips glowing mysteriously. My gaze followed her delicate form all the way down...... But I saw a pair of double knives. She's a very high-class hybrid, unlike anything I've seen in Phi Cheng or Zaun.

"Mr. Ansel, don't insult my kindness. Some people want it, and they're dead. ”

"You think your legs can scare me?"

The woman stood in front of the fool. I heard the water in the pot start tumbling. In the blink of an eye, a silver light flashed with blue light. The rope that bound Ansel's hands fell to the ground.

My bodyguard let out a string of husky laughs. "Didn't cut it, dear. "But our hunters seem to be waiting patiently. Ansel stepped forward a few inches, a wild smirk on his bruised and purple face.

"Come and lick my—"

The woman spun around. This time, the sharp blade of her leg swept firmly across Ansel's neck.

The skull rolled in front of my eyes, and the glass jug whistled cheerfully. Ansel's big mouth. Fortunately now, although his mouth was still wide open, it was quiet.

I kept reassuring myself that Ansel was dead, but one of his eyes was still staring at me in horror. Fear stretched from the top of my head to my tail vertebrae, almost arching my bowels out, but I eventually convinced myself that it was going to end up on the ground anyway.

"Now, Mr. Tourek, we may have a cup of tea together, and you will tell me what I want to hear. She said unhurriedly.

Woman sits down at the table and smiles. She poured boiling water into a ceramic teacup, and a wisp of steam wafted up. She looked at me with a look of pride and regret, as if I were a schoolboy who was slow to count. I can't escape her smile. Asking for people's lives, seeing through everything - it scared me terribly.

"Tea?" I almost cried.

"Hey, kid, there's always time for tea. She said.

Resolute, sophisticated, and quick-witted, Caitlin is a sheriff in the progressive city of Piltover. She is fierce and wise, with a strong sense of justice, and absolute loyalty to the law, and a gorgeous Hextech rifle by her side. She is both a patient hunter and a scourge of criminals and criminals in the city.

Caitlin was born in Piltover, a wealthy and powerful family of Hex mechanics. While she quickly picked up the social etiquette of city dwellers, she preferred to travel to the wilderness south of the city in her free time. She was able to blend in with Piltover's high society and follow the deer's tracks in the mud of the forest, though Caitlin spent most of her youth outside the gates of Piltover. She was able to track birds flying in the sky, and she could use her father's Bilgewater Mauser to hit a hare three hundred yards away with a single bullet, specifically in the eye.

Caitlin's strongest weapon is her intelligence and curiosity. She took her parents as a role model to learn from, and her parents also subtly taught her the truth of distinguishing between right and wrong. While the family's engineering skills had made their lives rich, her mother warned her that Piltover was full of temptations, and that gold-plated and sugar-coated rhetoric could make even the most benevolent heart callous. Caitlin did not take her mother's warnings to heart, for Piltover was an incomparably beautiful city to her. Every time she has been to other parts of the world, she cherishes the orderliness of her hometown even more.

All of this was changed five years later on Evolution Day.

Caitlin returns home from a hike in the countryside only to find her home ransacked. All the servants in the house were killed, and his parents disappeared without a trace. Once Caitlin had arranged her family, she set out to find her parents.

Searching for hidden prey in the streets of the city is completely different from hunting in the wild, but Caitlyn still finds the intruders one by one. None of these people know who their employers really are, only that they use the initial "C" as their ID code. This clue culminates in Caitlin to a secret Hextech lab, where her parents are locked up and forced to work for a rival syndicate. Caitlin rescued her parents, and the guards of Picheng arrested the head of a rival family who planned the kidnapping based on the information provided by Caitlin. She and her parents return home and begin to rebuild their lives, but Catelyn's heart changes significantly.

She saw for herself that Piltover could become a dangerous place, where ambition and greed were almost like ferocious beasts in desperation. In the course of her own investigations, Caitlin sees through the hypocritical façade of progress and science. She saw helpless people, lost souls and lonely individuals. She also saw her ability to help them. Although she loves her parents dearly, Caitlin does not want to inherit the family business and become a craftsman, but wants to find another way to make a living in this bustling metropolis. She began to work like a private detective, using her hunting skills to find missing people or recover stolen property.