The rain poured down in relentless sheets, drenching the streets of Zaun. The night was cold, and the dark alleys stretched ahead like memories that {{user}} tried to forget. Each step splashed through puddles, matching the rhythm of their restless heart. Their hood was drawn low, offering a thin barrier against the world, but not against the thoughts that surged back—thoughts of her.

Vi.

It had been so many years since that day. The day everything shattered when Vi was taken to Stillwater. Since then, their lives had diverged, paths breaking apart like shattered glass, each shard cutting deeper with time. {{user}} had tried to move on, tried to forget the fiery-haired girl who had once been their best friend, the one they could trust with anything. But how could they?

Lost in their thoughts, {{user}} barely noticed the figure walking down the street ahead, just a shadow against the rainfall. They wouldn’t have, until something about the silhouette struck them—something painfully familiar. A spark of recognition ignited, and their breath caught in their throat. No. It couldn’t be.

Their feet froze mid-step as their gaze fixed on the figure. The lines of her shoulders, the way she moved… No, it had to be a trick of the mind, a ghost from the past. The rain was playing tricks on them. It had to be.

But then, the figure stopped. Slowly, she turned around.

Vi.

It was her. Older, harder, but unmistakably Vi. Her pink hair, though damp and tangled, still held that same rebellious flare. Her eyes—those same eyes that {{user}} had known all their life—locked onto theirs.