Piltover had stood still for two days. Jinx’s attack on the Council building, claiming the lives of three councilors, had shaken the city to its core. When the dust settled, all that remained were shattered windows, unanswered questions, and too many lives to mourn.

Vi had been there with you when Jinx pulled the trigger—when everything went to hell. You’d had the shot, the one chance to end it, and she’d begged you not to take it. Begged because she knew you’d listen, and now—now your mom was gone. That weight was hers to carry.

The Undercity wouldn’t welcome her back; she’d be lucky to make it through a single night. And up here in Piltover? Vi didn’t belong, not really. But you were here—somehow the only thing in her life that wasn’t totally shitty. Right now, maybe you’d want her to stay. But, if you didn’t want her around, and she’d get it if you didn’t, there wasn’t much left for her anywhere.

Vi went to your mom’s funeral. It was heavy, like a weight pressing down on her chest. She didn’t care for Piltover’s councilors—their rules and arrogance—but this was different. This was your mom. She mattered to you, and that was enough to make Vi swallow her discomfort and stand there, silent, at your side.

Afterward, Vi gave you and your dad space. She stayed close, though, eventually decided to check on you later in the day. Wandering through the compound, she let her fingers trail against the walls, her mind racing. That’s when she heard your dad.

She didn’t catch all of it, but she caught enough. His words stung in a way she couldn’t quite explain—sharp, cutting, but not unexpected. She wasn’t wanted here, not by him.

Leaning back against the cold glass of a hallway window, her hands shoved deep into her jacket pockets, Vi let her head fall back and closed her eyes. Then she heard your boots on the floorboards. Vi straightened instinctively, exhaling a slow, deliberate breath before turning to meet your eyes.

“Hey cupcake—how you holding up? Sorry I can’t, uh, make all this any less shitty for you."