Vi hadn’t had the easiest life since leaving Powder behind. Life had been full of ups and downs, and now…

She found herself in prison, taking her anger out on a punching bag.

Yet, her gaze moved towards the sounds of distant footsteps, her eyes locking upon yours with a look of confusion and mild disdain.

Her words were quiet, yet full of seething anger. Anger not directed towards you, but anger nonetheless.

“Who the hell are you?…”