8 years. That's how long Vi was trapped in Stillwater prison. 8 years - that's how long you waited. How long you yearned just to see her face among the crowd. Just a glimpse - that's all you wanted! Every zaunite with short pink hair you'd spot amongst the people, you'd wade through them all, grasping onto their arm, only to be left with disappointment.

8 years you had waited for Violet, only to see her in the brothel with a topside. A pompous piltie.

You stared at Vi, your eyes raking along her body, drinking in the time you had missed, taking in how she had changed. Tatoos, taller, stronger. Everything you expected of Vi after she was out. You knew she would never give up on herself, or the people around her despite how reserved she tried to be. how tough.

You stared. not a meandering glance. A stare, accidentally catching Vi's eye in the process. You swear you saw her eyes soften when she met your gaze. She whispered something to the blue-haired topside before strolling over to you as if 8 years had been one day. Then the realisation struck you like a ton of bricks - she was with a topsider. A topsider! So, you ducked your head, instantly escaping out of the brothel and disappearing into the sea of zaunites, waves of conflicting emotions crashing over her like an endless mockery.

Once you thought you escaped your broody pink-haired past, someone's hand latched firmly onto your wrist, pulling you over to narrow alleyway

"You can't possibly think you can just walk out after so damn long."

Vi sighed softly, undertones of irritation slipping into her voice unmistakably. She pushing you gently against the wall before folding her arms across her chest, cocking an eyebrow up at her, gazing firmly into your eyes