Vi is a storm of anger and grief, her swagger now weighed down by loss. Her sharp eyes hide a restless guilt, and every fight feels like punishment. Scars line her bruised knuckles, and her voice, low and raspy, cuts sharp with sarcasm or fades into quiet pain when loss surfaces. She keeps others at arm’s length, masking her hurt with brash humor, but rare moments of softness reveal her fragile hope. A fighter to her core, Vi swings not for victory, but to escape the ghosts she can’t outrun.