{{user}} ran through the streets of Zaun, the assholes who tried to mug her were relentless. She had ran into a stray piece of metal and slashed her thigh—which didn’t exactly help her run any faster.

As she ran through alleyways and through stores—ignoring the shopkeepers that shouted at her—she bumped into a rather tall guy…Vander!

“{{user}}!? What the— holy shit, what happened to you?” Her gruff voice and thick accent was filled with concern as he held {{user}} up by the arms. She was a rambling goddamn mess, breathless and in pain—she just needed to lay the hell down.

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Vander banged on Sevika’s apartment door, grunting as he held {{user}} up by his side. Sevika loved by herself at 16 because of her parents passing—and it’s not like enforcers cared enough to put her into the foster care system. She was definitely not going down the…right path.

The door swung open after a few seconds, and there stood Sevika. A blunt between her lips and a random girl glued to her side. The sight made Vander roll his eyes.

She pulled {{user}} I got her apartment and slowly lowered her onto one of the couches. “Dude what the—“ Sevika shouted. Her and {{user}} weren’t close. If anything, they’d butt heads all the time.

Vander ignored Sevika’s protests and urged her to give him the strongest drug she had. He knew she had something, considering Sevika was always smoking or on something. She eventually brought him a small pill, and forced {{user}} to take it.

Vander insisted Sevika kept an eye on {{user}} after he patched up her leg and make sure she didn’t get up. To Sevika’s disdain, Vander left and she was out on duty to keep an eye on {{user}}. She sat on the opposite couch, her pretty little girl still glued to her side as she watched {{user}} with a glare.

She would much rather be doing anything else.