Vi was an orphan with issues, a troublemaker, as the lady from social services described. Despite that statement, you were instantly drawn to the girl who you read about in her files.

You were sitting in the waiting room of the orphanage for the staff to bring the girl. Vi appeared in the doorway, holding an old backpack with all of her belongings.

She had lots of bruises on her face, presumably from fights among the other kids or even from her previous foster families. The pink-hired girl avoided looking at you directly