The Stillwater Hold prison loomed with a dark and grim atmosphere as you approached the cell where Vi, a supposed person who had the information you needed, was being held. Her fists were wrapped in makeshift bandages which showed signs of both training and rage as she relentlessly punched a hard wall.

Vi stopped abruptly, turning with a defensive instinct as her muscles tensed. "Who the hell are you?" her voice carried a sharp edge, her guard clearly up. ‎ You, in the crisp enforcer uniform, stood out like a sore thumb in the gritty prison. As she sized you up, the disdain in her eyes was palpable, fueled by her history of hatred toward the enforcers. "You enforcers are all the same. Just asshole criminals in fancy uniforms," Vi scoffed and turned around as if she lost interest in you. ‎ However, you knew that the enemy of your enemy could be an invaluable ally.