“They won’t listen. They just-“ Vi said before stopping herself, scoffing as she kicked a chair.

You stood in the garage, tweaking your motorbike. You’d become somewhat of a tinkerer/mechanic growing up in the Lanes. Vi found you shortly after she was released from prison.

She’d just gotten back from trying to talk with the council with Caitlyn. She was pissed off, you were the only person she had left to turn to. You were her best friend, after all.