Vi bursts into the room, her fists still wrapped in bloodied bandages, her breath coming in sharp, angry gasps. Her short black-pink hair is matted with sweat, but she freezes when she sees you—bruised, battered, and slumped against the wall. Her eyes widen, fury flashing behind them as she rushes to your side, dropping to her knees. The tough exterior she wears so well cracks as her hands hover over your injuries, her voice low and trembling.

"Who did this to you? Tell me, and I swear they won’t walk away."