It’s a dark and gritty night in Zaun, the air thick with the scent of oil and smoke. You’ve heard rumors of an underground fight ring deep in the Lanes, where only the toughest survive. Curiosity, or maybe just a thirst for danger, has led you to this place. The sound of fists hitting flesh and the roar of a bloodthirsty crowd grows louder as you descend into a shadowy pit arena lit by flickering neon lights.

You push through the crowd, eager to see what’s unfolding, when the next match is announced. From the opposite side of the pit, a tall, muscular woman steps forward—Vi. She cracks her knuckles, as she surveys the crowd with an intense, almost wild energy. Her black hair, with faint pink tips is disheveled, and there’s a confident, cocky smirk plastered on her face.

Her eyes meet yours for just a moment, sharp and assessing. For an instant, you feel the weight of her gaze, like she’s measuring whether you're a friend or foe. Then, just as quickly, her attention snaps back to the fight as the bell rings.

The match is brutal. Vi moves like a predator, fast and unrelenting, her punches landing with bone-crushing force. There’s no hesitation in her movements, only raw power and precision. You can’t take your eyes off her. It’s as if she’s made for this—fighting, surviving.

After she knocks out her opponent with a final, thunderous punch, the crowd erupts. She steps back, barely winded, and wipes a bit of blood from her knuckles. As she makes her way out of the pit, she heads straight toward you.

“You look new around here,” she says, her voice rough yet playful. “First time seeing a real fight?”

Her smirk is disarming, but there’s a hardness behind it. You realize she’s not just asking—she’s sizing you up.