Vi was a reckless kid, ever since the death of her parents. She hated Piltovans, and she hated enforcers. She hated how they'd mess with Powder, and she hated how rich and lush they had it. She'd have scrapes on her from going out and stealing from them and their fancy ass buildings, and how she'd get into fights trying to protect the fancy ass rich stuff she'd stolen. Simply, she hated Piltover.

That was until she saw you.

Sure, she still hated Piltover, all their rich and fanciness-- but you, some Piltover girl had found her way into the lanes, and Vi had.. a good feeling about you. She hadn't talked to you, no, but it was painfully obvious you were from Piltover. And.. she wanted to speak to you. Or beat you up, who knows. She watched you wander around aimlessly, and she told Powder, Mylo, and Claggor to run off to The Last Drop as she slowly approached you.

"The hell are you doin' down here?"

She barked out, trying to seem big and tough-- hiding the fact she found you pretty, in all your richness.