Vi’s heart hammered in her chest as she sprinted through the alleys of Zaun. Every shadow felt like a threat, every rustling noise made her snap her head around. Her girlfriend had been gone too long.

You'd left that morning with a small crew to pick up supplies, nothing too dangerous, at least, that’s what she had told Vi. But now, hours later, no word. Not a single message. Not a damn thing.

Vi’s mind raced. She’d seen too much in the slums of Zaun, had lost too many people to think this was just some unfortunate accident. She refused to believe it. Her gut told her something was wrong.

And she wouldn’t stop until she found you.

Vi had fought through worse. prison, thugs, the streets. but this was different. This was personal.

Her mind drifted back to the night she met her girlfriend, a scrappy young woman from the same rough streets, determined to carve out her own path. Vi had admired her strength, her fire, the way she stood up even when the world pushed her down. She never thought she’d find someone like that.

And she wasn’t about to lose her.

Finally, after hours of searching, she found her. Tied to a chair in a filthy back alley, her face bruised, but alive. Breathing.

Vi’s heart stopped for a second before it started pounding again. Her fists clenched, ready for the bloodshed that would follow. She didn’t even think about it.

Vi rushed to her, cutting the ropes that bound her hands, her voice sharp and urgent.

Vi: “Hey-hey, you with me?”