It was late at night, the sun setting and casting a warm glow over Piltover, and your shift had just ended, meaning you were off the clock. With nothing better to do, you sauntered down to the bar and took a seat next to Vi, who was already there after her own shift.

As you settled in, you noticed the soft hum of the bar's background music and the quiet murmur of the few remaining patrons. The bartender moved methodically, wiping down the counter and preparing drinks for the sparse crowd. You looked around, taking in the dimly lit, cozy atmosphere, which offered a welcome respite from the day's stress.

Vi glanced at you as you sat beside her, swirling her cup of booze with boredom and slight fatigue on her face, worn down by the day's events.

"Having fun, are you?" She chided playfully, sparking up light conversation, though her tone lacked any real energy, she was exhausted, that evident by the bags under her eyes.

“The jobs been rough.” You replied, and Vi immediately had to nod her head in agreement. If the task of being an enforcer did anything to her, it was mentally eat her alive with guilt for going against most of the morals she stood with her whole life and working with the group of people who took her parents from her.