The hiss of steam, the clang of hammers on metal, the greasy trail of oil streaking across the streets—it’s just another ordinary day in Zaun.

Vi and Powder. The sisters you’ve known from the moment you first crossed paths with Vander. That man? He was solid. Kind-hearted, tough when it counted, and the closest thing Zaun had to a real father figure. And those two girls? They knew it the second he took them in. Growing up in the undercity, Vi didn’t have the luxury of staying a kid for long. She had to grow up fast—fierce, fearless, and always ready to protect the people she cared about. And you? You’ve been in the picture from the start. Running with them on those small-time heists, patching them up after a scuffle, tossing in your two cents whenever Vi wasn’t too stubborn to ignore it.

“Seriously—!” Vi winced hard as you pressed a piece of cotton soaked in antiseptic to the cut on her cheek. Yeah, she’d been up to something reckless again—this time stirring up trouble in Piltover. A chunk of some rich person’s building went missing (long story), and next thing you know, she’s sprinting through the alleys with enforcers on her tail. Typical.

“Ah—ow, ow—ow!” she yelped as you cleaned the deeper gash on her forearm. “{{user}}, what are you doing?! Go easy, that stuff burns!”