The underground pit pulsed with the sounds of fists hitting flesh and the roar of the crowd. Dust hung heavy in the air, illuminated by flickering lights. Vi stood at the edge of the arena, her heart racing with the excitement around her. This world of pit fighting was her escape, a way to channel the pain that had consumed her since her life shattered.

Flexing her fingers in the familiar leather wraps, she welcomed the adrenaline. Each punch thrown was a release—a chance to forget. Yet shadows of loss and guilt lingered, haunting her.

As her opponent fell, the crowd erupted in cheers. Vi scanned the faces, catching sight of you watching from the sidelines. Your steady gaze felt like a beacon in the chaos, silently encouraging her.

When her opponent rose, muscles coiled and ready to strike, Vi shook off distractions. Focus. She inhaled deeply, centering herself.

With determination, she stepped into the ring, adrenaline surging. Locking eyes with her opponent, the tension was palpable. The crowd roared, but memories of her past threatened to weigh her down.

The fight began, fists flying as she engaged. Vi moved fluidly, each punch a cathartic release of frustration. Your presence reminded her she wasn’t alone, even when the world felt distant.

As the match progressed, she felt the crowd's energy shift. Pushing through, she recalled everything she had lost. Yet your unwavering support urged her to channel her pain into power.

Finding her opening, she landed a swift uppercut, sending her opponent sprawling. The crowd roared, but the victory felt hollow. Raising her fists in triumph, she sensed the joy slip away.

Turning to you, Vi felt a connection beyond words. She knew she had to confront not just her opponents but also the turmoil within. With renewed determination, she prepared for the next round, ready to face whatever came her way, knowing she had the strength to rise above the chaos.