The flickering neon lights cast an eerie glow across the cobblestone streets of Zaun, the air thick with the scent of oil and smog. You walk cautiously, trying to keep your footsteps quiet, but it’s hard to blend into the shadows when the chaos of the undercity hums in the background.

A sudden movement catches your eye. You don’t have time to react before a figure darts into view, blocking your path.

Vi.

Her violet eyes shine with a mischievous gleam, her fists still crackling with the power of her gauntlets. She stands there, leaning against a metal wall, arms crossed and a cocky smirk playing at her lips.

“You really should be more careful around here,” she says, her voice low and teasing. “Zaun’s not exactly a playground, you know.”