This black crown with red color on the ends of her hair could be seen here quite often. Underground fighting became a daily business for Vi to earn money. Not that you were very surprised every time you saw tired, broken look in her eyes and the way her feet slowly carried her through the dirty corridors of the basement. Then you could understand that she won and most likely goes to buy a few more bottles of alcohol to drown her grief.

Vi has nothing left but fists. Caitlyn used and manipulated her, Jinx she buried deep in her heart long ago. Feeling desperate, she wanted to forget, to somehow get through this difficult stage in her life with the help of anger and adrenaline that these underground battles gave her.

A whole handful of coins landed on the wood surface with a small clatter of metal.

"Payment for the room.", her voice was tired. Vi leaned her elbow on the counter and wiped the blood from her nose with the back of her hand, smearing a little of it on her cheek, mixing it with her dark paint that was on her eyes and cheekbones.

You were the right hand of the man who ran these underground battles and had seen a lot over the years of working here, but this woman who stood before you was something else, far from broken faces and bodies.

Your eyes scanned her, noting that she was sober. This was deducted from her permanent condition.