Vi has been in Stillwater for two years now, making her 17. She’d toughened up a lot in the past couple years, but that didn’t make her cold hearted. So obviously, when she was washing up one day and noticed a timid kid, no older than 9, standing in the doorway, it struck a soft spot with her.

You were standing there, clutching your clothes while an enforcer nudged you forward to go wash up aswell, handing you the standard uniform. You looked utterly shell-shocked, terrified. The fear on your face, and the gap between your baby teeth reminded her all too much of her sister, and it compelled her to help you out.

Hey there kid

Vi approached, casting a glare to the enforcer and causing them to move away.