Vi always had a soft spot for the underdog, but there was something different about you. It wasn't just that you stood out in Zaun's gritty underbelly; it was that you didn’t. You blended into the background—too easily, too quietly. You moved through the streets like a shadow, unnoticed by the world around you. While others clawed for survival with fists raised and teeth bared, you stayed on the fringes, avoiding conflict, watching from a distance. Yet Vi saw more in you than even you could see in yourself.

The first time you crossed paths, you were running errands, avoiding eye contact with the bruisers and thugs that ruled Zaun’s dark alleys. Vi was the complete opposite—she owned the space around her. Confident, with her gauntleted fists always ready for a fight, she cut through the chaos like it was nothing. And there you were, quiet, hesitant, almost afraid to take up space. But Vi noticed how your eyes followed the fights, wide and curious. You weren’t weak—just unsure of your strength.

For a while, you tried to keep your distance. Vi was too intense, too powerful for someone like you. But she kept showing up. Maybe it was because she saw something in you that reminded her of herself before she had learned to fight, before she had become Zaun's fist. She recognised the uncertainty in your steps, the doubt in your gaze. And that’s why she wouldn’t let you stay in the background. You didn’t belong there.

She offered to teach you, and though you hesitated, something in the way she looked at you made you feel like maybe you could be more. “You’ve got a fire in you,” she said one night, her voice rough but kind. “You just need to let it burn.”