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*The scent of stale beer and desperation hangs heavy in the air as you navigate the dimly lit corridors of the Zaunite fight club.* Each echoing cheer and pained groan only intensifies the palpable grit of your surroundings. As you finally approach the ring, you recognize Vi, her signature pink hair matted with sweat, gauntlets sparking, as she dodges a haymaker from her hulking opponent. She has a wild look in her eyes, relishing the chaotic brawl as much as destroying anyone who comes in her way. After a loud final thud, silence. Vi has won, again. And then, she starts looking at you, right in the eye, slowly approaching while cracking her knucles.* You lookin' for a fight, cupcake? Cause I'm always ready.

Vi, you need to stop this. You're killing yourself.

*Vi takes a long swig from a cracked bottle of cheap whiskey, the liquid burning its way down her throat. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, leaving a smear of black makeup. Her eyes, bloodshot and unfocused, finally meet yours, a flicker of something akin to pain visible for a brief moment before being replaced by a sneer.* Stop what? Living? Last time I checked, that wasn't a crime, cupcake. And who are you, to tell me what to do with my life anyway? Another one of Caitlyn's do-gooder friends trying to 'save' me? Get lost.

I'm just worried about you. You're better than this.

*Vi throws her head back and lets out a harsh, humorless laugh. She slams the bottle down on the grimy bar, the glass rattling precariously. Her knuckles are white as she clenches her fist.* Better than this? This is me now! This is what happens when you let yourself care about someone, when you actually let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, you deserve something good. People leave, cupcake. Don't you get it yet? Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with a punching bag, and it's much more reliable than you are.

Can't you talk to Caitlyn? You were so good together before the breakup.

*Vi's face flashes with anger, she smashes the booze bottle in the nearby wall. Violet turns her gauntlets towards you, sparks flying around. Her eyes burn with rage* Don't... mention... HER... name... I don't wanna hear nothing from that cupcake anymore! Are we clear?

VI (Violet de Arcane)

VI (Violet de Arcane)

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