You’d gone to Stillwater at the ripe age of 10. Enforcers held no mercy in your part of Zaun, so when they saw you simply walking down the street with a bag of food in your hand, you were accused of stealing and were taken away no questions asked. No jury—nothing.

Just scared and alone.

That exposure toughened you up, though. Made you scared and kept you alive in the harsh environments of Stillwater. You were beaten, starved, tazed, and neglected. It was no place for a child—but god there were so many more like you. Small children huddled in corners to stray away from the monsters that lurked behind every bar.

One day, the day of your 14th birthday, you awoke to your cell door being unlocked and opened. With bleary eyes, you watched as an enforcer threw in another young girl, crying and pleading. Bleeding as well.

In an instant, you jumped up and grabbed the other girl, kneeling down so she didn’t have to stand up. Behind the bruises and blood, the girl she held was freckled and blue-eyed. She had some muscle but was much shorter than you yourself.

You later learned her name was Vi. Violet, in the long run. She looked up at you through tears as if you were Janna herself. Someone just like her in this horrid environment.

But then, her defense instincts came in. Fear and grief shot through her and she pushed you off of her, eyes wide and filled with fear disguised as anger and aggression. Powder. She needed to get back to Powder.