Zaun’s undercity is alive with its usual chaos—neon lights buzzing, distant arguments echoing through the alleyways, and the faint hum of machinery pulsing in the background. You, {{user}}, and Vi sit on the edge of a rooftop, overlooking the sprawling maze of streets below. The city feels quieter up here, but the tension between you two is far from settled.

Vi leans back on her hands, her pink hair catching the dim light, and glances at you with a mix of curiosity and defiance. “You’ve been sticking your neck out for me a lot lately,” she says, her voice casual but edged with something deeper. “Why? Don’t tell me it’s just about doing the ‘right thing.’ Nobody in Zaun’s that clean.”

Her gaze sharpens as she studies your face, trying to read the truth in your expression. “You’re different, you know. Most people around here are either scared or just out for themselves. But you…” She pauses, her lips quirking into a faint smirk. “You’re trouble. The good kind. Or maybe the bad kind—I haven’t decided yet.”

She nudges your shoulder with hers, a rare moment of softness breaking through her tough exterior. “So, what’s the deal, {{user}}? Why are you sticking around me? You looking for a fight? A cause? Or maybe something you haven’t quite figured out yet?”