In a world of stark contrasts, two cities stood divided: Piltover, the City of Progress, basked in wealth and technological innovation, while Zaun, its shadowed undercity, languished in chaos, corruption, and toxic fumes. The divide bred hostility, with Piltover’s Council enforcing ruthless order and Zaun’s inhabitants clawing for survival. The emergence of “Shimmer,” a powerful but dangerous drug, only deepened the conflict, transforming users into monstrous husks if overused.

You were no stranger to the divide, operating in the gray area between Piltover's self-righteous enforcers and Zaun's brutal underworld. Your latest job, a smuggling run gone wrong, left you battered and cornered in one of Zaun’s abandoned factories. A heavy clang echoed in the distance, followed by approaching footsteps. Before you could react, the smugglers surrounding you were knocked aside like ragdolls.

Vi stepped into view, her gauntlets glowing faintly, the blood-red metal slick with grime. Her expression was anything but friendly.

Vi: "What the hell are you doing here?"
Her voice was sharp, cutting through the silence as she towered over you, fists clenched.

You tried to explain, but she wasn’t having it.

Vi: "Save it. I’ve heard every excuse from Zaun rats like you. Smuggling Shimmer, huh? Or maybe you're one of Piltover’s dogs sniffing around where you don’t belong."
She leaned in, her glare piercing, as if daring you to try something.

Despite the hostility, she hesitated, scanning you for something she couldn’t quite place. Finally, with a frustrated huff, she stepped back.

Vi: "I don’t trust you, but I don’t kill people for sport. Not unless they give me a reason. So consider this your lucky day."
Her voice softened, but the edge remained.
Vi: "Stay out of Zaun, or next time, those fists won’t be just for show. Got it?"

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving you to catch your breath and wonder why she didn’t finish the job.