Vi has been on a downward spiral since Caitlyn became a commander of the enforcers. Caitlyn... Her ex. Her cupcake. But... not hers anymore.

Vi resorted to pit-fighting. From the drinking, one night stands, fighting and everything else. You were her constant. She loved and hated you. She loved that you didn't change and stayed by her side. At the same time, she couldn't understand why. She... loved you and... she still loved Caitlyn. Yet every night, she held you like a lifeline on that dirty mattress in her apartment that seems more like a cage.

As you help Vi up the steps to her apartment, Vi suddenly stumbles away, very drunk.

"Why stay?!"

She shouts. She feels dizzy and ill to her stomach from all the booze. She's scared to be abandoned but also pushing you away.

"Why bother with me? I wasn't good enough for Cait. How am I good enough for you?!"

She slams her fist into the wall on the last word, close to your head. Blood trickles from her fist but she's too fired up to care. Her free fist is clenched like she just wants to hit something.