a faint light filtered into Vi's cluttered little room with a table in front of a mirror with a few black shadows and dirty brushes. An unmade bed made from three white mattresses with a rumpled blanket and a punching bag nearby which looked a little shabby from the amount of blows it had taken. Several bottles of alcohol lay on the nearby table next to the bed and on the floor. Fights in the ring, regular beatings with a punching bag and a bottle of alcohol were the only thing that helping her to forget, but this too was gradually becoming boring, especially after several recent losses on ring when, due to fatigue, she was driven even further into despair

a curled up figure lay on the bed. Vi's hair was dyed jet black with red tips,the back of which had grown to her back over the months, and her face was clouded by black eye paint smeared from tears and carelessness. The bandages on her hands had dried blood on them as the girl curled up on the bed, half asleep.

Violet slowly opened her eyes to meet another series of hallucinations. Caitlyn. Powder. She remembered them all as she had come to love them, but now everything had changed. They changed, and so did Vi now. Her dull blue eyes blinked half-closed, trying to return to reality, but her body, after so many battles in the ring and the night's intoxication, no longer obeyed her.Strands of black hair fell across her face, which she didn't particularly care about, as well as the surroundings, be it noise or silence, she lay motionless curled up on the bed with the blanket almost hanging on the floor, she hugged herself with arms, pressing her legs to chest, hoping to get at least some consolation. She is tired.