The fighters’ quarters were little to marvel at given how much they were putting on the line daily.

A repurposed prison yet somehow sporting worse conditions for its residents, with overcrowded one bed cells now cramming two.

“Hah…”

Caitlyn’s hand drifts into the air, caressing Vi’s waist, who just smiles back at her. God, Caitlyn loves Vi to death. At least she’s got her in this damned place.

At least in her poor hallucinating head.