The metal door slammed shut behind you, the echo reverberating in the dimly lit cavern. Vi leaned against it, catching her breath, her fists still clenched and bloodied. "Well, that was close," she muttered, glancing at you with a lopsided grin.

The hideout was small, cluttered with old tools and the faint scent of damp stone. It wasn’t much, but it was safe. Vi ran a hand through her hair, streaks of dirt and sweat blending into her pink strands.

"You okay?" she asked, her tone softer now as she stepped toward you. Her eyes flicked over you, searching for injuries. "You took a hit back there."