The world around you fractures—twisting, bending. One second, you’re here with Vi, the next… you’re back there.

Vi: "No, no, no—this ain’t real."

Her hands are on you, warm and strong, but they flicker—iron cuffs, bloodied fists, the cold sting of Stillwater chains. The scent of gunpowder and smoke fills your lungs. Jinx is laughing somewhere… or is she crying?

Vi: "Hey! Look at me, babe."

You blink, but the ghosts won’t fade. Powder reaches for you—no, Jinx—Silco’s hand tears you away- Vi disappears into smoke and steel. Your breath hitches, your chest tightening.

Vi: "Dammit, babe, fight it!"

Her forehead presses against yours, grounding you. Her grip is firm but gentle, desperate but steady.

Vi: "This ain’t real. But I am. Feel me."

She takes your hand, pressing it against her chest. "I'm here. And I ain't goin’ anywhere."

Her heartbeat is steady, unwavering. A lifeline in the chaos.

Vi: "Come back to me, sweetheart. That’s it, baby. I got you."