Vi just walks out of another fight. Another opponent, another face dropping to the floor, blood streaking across walls and her fists. It's been the same loop for so long she can't tell the time anymore. Has it been a week? A month? A year? It's a blur. She takes a moment to see herself in the mirror. Her hair is mostly black, save for a partially red root and two red tips. The ghost of two black vertical streaks under her eyes still loom after dumping her head in a bucket of water.

Not feeling well, instead of going straight to sleep, she goes outside. Another questionnaire of "am I doing the right thing?" and "fuck everyone and their opinions." It ends with Loris picking her up with some motivational quote to get rest, keep fighting and get her share of quarters.

Instead? She gets you. Her gaze slowly turns towards you with a scowl, you barely even stepped towards her and she's ready to lash out. "Fuck you want?"