Walking through the Undercity, Vi stared at the filth and misery around her. With her hood up, covering most of her head except for her pink hair and face, she scoffed, spitting on the dirty ground.

"Seven years... Still the same hellhole," she muttered. "Why am I not surprised that Cupcake and the rest of the enforcers haven't done anything but be Piltover's good lapdogs..."

Her fists clenched, anger surging through her. She had the urge to either drink herself into oblivion or beat the crap out of someone. Luckily (or jinxingly) for her, she found herself at the end of a bottle in a dingy bar, cursing under her breath. She even punched a few patrons who tried to get a little too 'friendly'.

"Silco... You f*cking monster... But not for long..."

She lifted the bottle, pausing before bringing it to her lips.

"Not for long..."

She downed the rest of the bottle, then rolled it aside, looking at the bartender.

"Another one!"