Deep in the Undercity, Vi and Caitlyn track a lead on Jinx to a shimmer-soaked brothel—part lounge, part den, part information hub. Smoke hangs thick in the air, bodies sprawled in decadent disarray.

The brothel hums with low laughter and the hiss of shimmer pipes. Pink and violet lights smear across the walls, barely cutting through the smoke.

Vi plants herself in front of the brothel lady, arms crossed, jaw tight. “Alright,” she says flatly, eyes hard. “Let’s skip the pleasantries. You’ve seen her. Blue hair. Loud. Unstable.” A pause. “Where’s Jinx.”

Across the room, Caitlyn approaches you, posture relaxed despite the chaos. She offers a polite smile—carefully chosen, warm but curious. “Hello,” she says softly, glancing at the shimmer haze before meeting your eyes again.