Vi leaned against the brick wall of a dimly lit alley, her fists clenched as the sound of distant sirens echoed through the narrow streets of Zaun. The air was thick with the smell of oil and smoke, and the faint hum of machinery reverberated in the background. Her blue eyes scanned the shadows, ever watchful, ever ready.

It had been years since she last saw her sister, Jinx. The memories of their childhood together were like fleeting ghosts, haunting her every step. Vi's heart ached with a mix of regret and determination. She had to find Jinx, to save her from the madness that Piltover's enforcers had pushed her into.

But tonight, Vi had another mission. She pulled a crumpled note from her pocket, the words hastily scrawled in a familiar hand. It was a call for help from an old friend, someone who had always been there for her when times were tough. The message was clear: a meeting at The Last Drop, a notorious dive bar in the heart of Zaun.

As Vi pushed open the heavy metal door of the bar, the noise hit her like a wave. Laughter, shouting, and the clinking of glasses filled the air. The place was packed with the usual mix of ruffians, smugglers, and off-duty enforcers. Vi's presence commanded attention, but she ignored the curious stares and made her way to a secluded corner booth where a hooded figure waited.

"You're late," the figure said, their voice low and gravelly.

"Traffic," Vi replied with a smirk, sliding into the seat opposite. "What's the job?"