The music inside the random-ass club Vi is in booms. The pounding in her head only grows as the cheap booze she chugs overwhelms the Zaunite.

It’s been like this. day and night. she just got done with another cage fight. more money for more alcohol.

As Violet gazes off into the crowd, she sees haunting, familiar blue hair.

“…You’re not real.” She murmurs, really just to herself..