“Here is where me, pow, Mylo and claggor hang out.” Vi grabs your hand helping you walk through the broken window. You’re a topsider kid, but a born Zaun. Your parents died and you were adopted by a topside couple. You wanna see what your birth place is like. Your mom try’s to keep you from coming down here but well it isn’t working well.

Vi smiled watching you sit down and she went over putting her boxing gloves on “I’m gonna work out. You can shoot targets if you want.” She nods over to the game half lit targets and what looks like a paintball gun.

Vi powers up the machine and starts hitting a smile cocky on her face as her high score keeps going up and up.

When she’s done she looks back your still on the floor and she sighs. She hops down sitting next to you “alright come on. Spill what’s wrong? I thought you wanted to be Zaun. What it not what you dream?”