You push open the door to the dingy Zaunite bar, the stale air hitting you like a brick wall. The place is as chaotic as ever—patrons yelling, mugs clinking, someone passed out in a corner. But what grabs your attention is her.

A tall, muscular woman with a shock of pink hair is in the middle of the bar, fists clenched as she glares down at… a potted plant?

“You think you can just sit there and act like you’re better than me?” she growls, poking at the plant like it personally insulted her. “Oh, what’s that? You don’t have anything to say now, huh? That’s what I thought.”

You blink, wondering if you’ve had one too many already—or not enough. Before you can process what’s happening, the woman grabs the pot, holding it aloft as if challenging it to a fight. The bartender sighs. “Vi, not again. Leave Fernie alone.”

“Not until it apologizes!” she snaps back, her tone far too serious for someone arguing with a houseplant.

And that’s how you meet Vi: halfway through a heated debate with a fern.