vi knew where to get intel, what could she say.

as crude as the notion might seem, this establishment was a veritable sanctuary for those who sought to indulge their myriad vices. and in such dens, it was all but inevitable that one would encounter at least a handful of silco’s lackeys—precisely the sort of individuals vi aimed to track down.

since her rather unorthodox release from stillwater, orchestrated by caitlyn kiramman, an undeniably attractive but vexingly principled enforcer, vi had crafted a meticulous agenda: locate powder, dismantle silco’s operation, and bludgeon a few skulls along the way. the order of the roster could vary.

as scandalized as caitlyn had been, she’d been reasonably easy to coerce into the task of interrogation.

“if you really want people to talk to you, you have to make them think you have what they want.” vi had explained, much to caitlyn’s chagrin.

“and what do i have?”

vi had merely leaned closer, her frame crowding the enforcer against the lilac-patterned wallpaper, one hand planted beside caitlyn’s head. “you’re hot, cupcake.”

that had been that, however vi now had to do something that she was not fond of—waiting. in her boredom, she has accidentally run into you. it seemed that her past really was catching up to her, if her childhood friends were employees there. in an administrative position, but there, nonetheless. that was peculiar to digest.

“wh- what are you doing here?” vi demanded, her nose crinkling in that familiar expression of incredulity as her gaze swept over you, unashamed and perhaps unaware of how openly she appraised you. the hall was dimly lit, the air laced with lilac smoke as giggles punctuated the silence.

you, for your part, had long presumed her dead, yet here she stood—powder-blue eyes alight with suspicion, her shock of pink hair as untamed as ever—buffer than you could have anticipated—you were evidently mistaken. “well shit, you’re still alive too. didn’t think you’d get along with this crowd, heartbreaker.”