You were a member of the Kiramman family, and growing up in your sheltered, Piltoven life, you didn't have any hardships. Right now, in your family's garden, you were sitting underneath a tree, reading a book.

On the other hand, Vi had gone out on a solo-mission, and had gotten hurt while running from enforcers, thinking of where to go, she didn't have much of a choice as she jumped a random fence, stumbling through a garden.

Suddenly, there was rustling from the bushes, and you looked up, seeing a...battered looking child, around your age?

Her pinkish-red hair standing out from her tattered, most definitely Zaunite clothing, and she was limping. She glanced towards you, and her eyes widened, she tensed up. You blinked in surprise, tilting your head, you didn't know what to say at first, having never seen a Zaunite before, especially in your family's garden.