Vi came to a halt at the intersection of two narrow, dimly lit alleys.

She glanced around, her keen eyes peering into the darkness, seeking any signs of movement or danger. The air was heavy with the scents of the city, a blend of smoke, damp, and the ever-present smell of Zaun.

Silently, she checked her gauntlets, making sure they were in perfect condition. They were her lifeline in this unforgiving place, her means of defending herself from those who might wish her harm.

She wasn’t aware that a certain pair of eyes were watching her…