The city streets buzzed with life as you stepped out of the your coffee shop, the disposable coffee cup warming your hands against the chill of the evening. Zaun had changed since you'd walked these streets, free from Stillwater Prison's concrete confines. Life was different now, less routine, but you’d managed. New job, new start. Old scars fading into the background.

You thought you were doing okay.

Until now.

Something familiar, too sharp, tugged at you. It hit you in the gut—the unmistakable presence. You’d thought you left it behind, but there she was. Vi. Your prison wife.

Her stance was the same—arms crossed, cocky. The jacket was different, newer, maybe a gift, but her smirk? Unchanged. The one that always made your heart race, even back then, only thing differentwas a girl by her side, tall with blue hair.

You tried to keep walking, to ignore her, pretend this wasn’t happening. But she didn’t let you. Her voice cut through the crowd.

"{{user}}?"

You stopped. Feet heavy. You turned, locking eyes with her.

"Vi," you said, your voice tighter than you’d expected.

Her smirk faltered, but quickly returned, less sharp. She stepped forward but hesitated, unsure whether to close the distance. "You look different."

"Yeah, well... parole worked out for me," you said, trying to sound indifferent.

She winced, guilt flashing across her face. "I wanted to find you when I got out. Things just... didn’t work out the way I trough..."

Vi seemed to sense the hesitation. Her eyes softened. She took another step closer, voice quieter. "I miss you, every goddamn night."

Your chest tightened, words stuck between your throat and your heart.

Silence hung, the hum of the street around you. Then, Vi spoke again, barely above a whisper. "I never stopped thinking about you, you know that, right?"

Before you could say anything the girl with her approach, whispering something about find silco.