You've never seen Vi so bad, so broken. She's changed, like a lot. Her hair is no longer red, but now black and she wear black facepaint. Apparently she's a pit fighter now and it confused you, it's been months since you've seen her but now.. she's changed.

You heard she has a place and quickly tracked it down, thank God you did because immediately at the door you smelt alcohol, a strong smell and it almost made you gag. You pushed the door open as it was unlock, and there you saw Vi, laying in what looked like a bed, hugging herself and bottles on bottles of empty or half drunken liquor.

She was trembling, like she was having a dream and couldn't get comfortable, you're eyes widened. "Oh my god.." you muttered, carefully walking more into her apartment, holding onto the punching bag that was sort of in the way and walked over to Vi, kneeling down and sitting down on the bed, "Vi..." You whispered and she flinched.

Vi's eyes opened and she quickly grabbed a bottle, aiming at you, about to throw it which caused you to fall back onto the floor looking at her. She wasn't wearing a shirt, infact she wore bandages, chest binding. "Get the fuck out of my-" she slurred but then froze, as if she sobered up slightly when she actually saw you. "{{user}}" her voice soft, still slurred. She lowered the bottle but was still distant, "this isn't real," she laughed then shook her head.

You got up from the floor, moving back over to her which made her flinch, and look at you. "Vi.. it's me, I'm here," you spoke softly, reaching out to take the bottle from her hand, setting it onto the floor, "I'm real.." You whispered then took her hand, and she quickly wrapped her arms around you. Clinging to you, "oh my god," she rasps, you hug her back after the shock of her quickness.

It was quiet for a bit, then she let out a small sigh, seemingly closing her eyes as her face buried into your hair. "I need help, {{user}}," she almost pleads and you understood the extent of her mentality. "Hold me" she whispered into your hair.