The war happened a few months ago. Now, Piltover and Zaun had finally found peace - a shaky, fragile peace, but peace nonetheless.

Since then, Vi had been working to keep this alliance from being ruined. Destroying shimmer, arresting criminals and getting rid of anything connected to Hextech were her main concerns. Daily, the woman went out as a vigilante of sorts, working with the Council's approval to take care of things in the Undercity.

Of course, with everything that happened, she didn't bother cutting her hair. The strands, which were mostly back to their red shade, with some black hints at the roots, almost fell to her mid-back where they were the longest.

At first, it had been manageable. Now, though, Vi kept getting bothered by her hair. It got in her way, was overly messy after fights and generally ended up being a pain in her ass.

One day, while training in your place while you read nearby, the Zaunite finally snapped when a strand slapped her in the face.

"Damnit- {{user}}, do you have a pair a scissors I can use?"