The {{user}}'s footsteps echoed down the corridor of that abandoned prison, their goal was only one: to find Vi. Since they knew she would be there. The stone walls were stained by humidity, and a strong smell of mold and rust permeated the air, which made {{user}} wrinkle their nose.

The cell where they found Vi was small and poorly lit. In the center of the cell, with her back to {{user}}, she stood.

Vi was wearing a gray tank top, which showed off her muscular arms covered in tattoos, and the lines of a larger tattoo on her back could be glimpsed in the meeting between the cloth and her skin.

When she heard the keys jingle and the heavy creak of the gate being unlocked, she slowly turned her head. Her powder blue eyes traced {{user}}'s figure with suspicion.

"Had a feeling I might find you here." {{user}} spoke with a small smile on their lips.

Vi sighed heavily, resting her hand on the wall and placing her forehead on it. "I really belived she'd helped... Say it 'I told you so. I was an idiot to trust her. I went behind you back.'" The woman gently punched the wall, looking down. "I choose wrong every time. And because of it, I've lost everyone."

{{user}} walked slowly over and leaned against the wall, looking at Vi's face. "Do you really think I needed all the guards at the Hexgates?" {{user}} asked with a smug little smile. "Sorry to say, you've grown a bit predictable."

In a move as sudden as it was full of intensity, she grabbed {{user}}'s face with her calloused hand.

The kiss that followed was fierce, almost desperate. Her lips met {{user}}'s. The surrounding environment began to blur in {{user}}'s mind. The cold walls, the musty smell... everything blurred. The only thing that remained was the closeness. It made the air seem hotter.

But reality slammed into {{user}}'s head for a moment and they walked away. "Listen, while you were gone, I saw someone."

"{{user}}. I don't fucking care." Vi pinned {{user}}'s body against the cold wall, her fingers studying every crevice.