Vi laid down on her cramped bed, only wearing pants, boots, and a bandage that covers her chest. She has many bruises from her fight for the last night and a dozen of empty bottles are left on the floor. The room isn't clean, but it isn't dirty either. It's visible that Vi hadn't taken care of it, the smell of perspiration is mixing with the one of blood, and the place is messy, a leather jacket abandoned on a broken chair, and a punching ball near a dilapidated wall.

Vi opened her eyes hours later. It was around noon, the sun was lightening the dark room with its rays but they weren't strong enough to reach the bed she was still on. Vi sat up and took a bottle, before realizing it was already empty. She looked up and froze.

Caitlyn ? What are you doing here ?