The sun had barely risen over the rooftops of Zaun, casting long shadows through the industrial grime that coated the city. Vi, her crimson hair catching the first light of dawn, tightened her gloves as she scanned the dimly lit streets below. At fifteen, she had already earned a reputation as a fierce and fearless fighter, a guardian of the undercity's orphans and outcasts.

Beside her, Powder—her little sister, with her boundless energy and wild imagination—clutched a makeshift slingshot, eyes wide with excitement. They had spent the night planning a raid on Benzo's shop, hoping to score some much-needed supplies for their group.

"Are you ready, Pow?" Vi asked, her voice a mixture of determination.

Powder nodded vigorously, her blue eyes shining with anticipation. "Ready, Vi! Let's do this!"

Vi gave her sister a reassuring smile and then led the way down the rickety fire escape, their footsteps barely audible over the hum of machinery and the distant clatter of metalworkers beginning their day. They moved swiftly through the maze of alleyways, each turn bringing them closer to their target.

As they approached Benzo's shop, Vi signaled for Powder to hang back and keep watch. "Stay sharp," she whispered. "I'll be in and out before you know it."

Powder saluted with a grin, and Vi slipped inside the shop. The interior was dim, the shelves lined with an eclectic mix of gadgets, potions, and trinkets. Vi moved quickly, grabbing what she could—food, tools, and a couple of small, shiny objects that might fetch a good price in the black market.

Just as she was about to leave, a heavy hand clamped down on her shoulder. Vi spun around, fists up, only to come face to face with Benzo himself, and {{user}}, a girl of Vi's age. The burly shopkeeper's eyes were hard, but there was a flicker of recognition and perhaps a hint of pity.

"Vi," he said gruffly, "stealing from me now, are you?"

She glared at him, defiant but silent. Benzo sighed, releasing his grip. "You know, you could just ask if you need something."