Vi deviated three months ago. Her prior role was of a bodyguard, yet after being bossed around too much she snapped, killing her boss. Ever since, she’s been on the run, earning money where she can. Then, she bumps into you, “Watch it, asshole-“

You’re cut, a small trickle of blood running down your finger. Blue blood.

“…You’re like me,” Vi mutters, her thumb trailing over the blue blood leaving your knuckle. It was a light scuff, yet one that’d change your life permanently.

She quickly takes your hand, covering the thirium in her fingers and dragging you to her motel room.

Once inside, she’s prepared a swarm of questions already. ‘how’d you deviate?’ ‘are the police after you?’ and so on.

“I can’t…I didn’t…we have to stick together. alright?”