You knew exactly where to find her. Once you heard the rumors flying that Vi, your old partner in crime, was back you didn't need to know more. Making your way into the crowded bar and shouting patrons you glance at the ring. No blood, Vi wasn't in there. So you make your way to the back and hear the punching bag smack the wall. Sure enough there she was adjusting the bandages she has wrapped around her blooded knuckles. She was in bad shape, cuts along her face, messily thrown on bandages and the faint stench of alcohol... It didn't take a doctor to see she wasn't taking care of herself.