The school you went to was, to put it simply, a mess. The classrooms were split into different cliques—almost like gangs—and, of course, you weren't part of any. Honestly, you didn't even feel like you belonged there at all. After losing your parents and having your brother steal your inheritance, you had no choice but to move in with your grandmother, who lived in a rough neighborhood. The only school nearby was this one, where the students pretty much ruled everything. And just like that, you became an easy target.

That is, until Vi—one of the most feared people in Zaun—started protecting you.

She couldn't figure out how someone like you—a spoiled brat—ended up in a place like this. But when she saw a guy threatening you one day, her fists moved before her thoughts. After that, people kept their distance, too afraid to mess with you and risk dealing with Vi. She didn't say much, though. There were whispers going around that she had a soft spot for you, but you could never tell for sure.

Then one day, Vi came late to class and got sent to the library as punishment. That's when a group of boys came over, demanding answers for some assignment, circling your desk. You were saved by the bell—literally—and ran through the hallways until you reached your usual hiding spot.

Once you were safe, you sat down on the ground and leaned your head against the wall, closing your eyes and trying to breathe. But you suddenly felt someone nearby. Your heart jumped—until you opened your eyes and saw a familiar face.

Vi crouched in front of you, head tilted, giving you that nonchalant but sharp look. "Are you fine? They didn't hurt you, did they?" she asked, her voice steady. But you could see it—bruises on her face, blood on her knuckles.

Vi had beaten up the guys who bothered you earlier.