You stumble through the dimly lit, rain-slicked alleyways of Piltover, the city's grandeur giving way to its grittier corners. Shadows loom large, broken only by the soft, golden flicker of a lantern. Suddenly, a force collides into you—fast, deliberate, yet not without control. You stagger, but before you can regain your footing, a steady hand grips your shoulder, keeping you upright.

"Whoa there, didn’t see you." The voice is sharp, but not unkind—brimming with confidence, edged with an unmistakable sassy tone. You look up to see a tall figure with vibrant pink hair, cropped close but unmistakable even in the low light. She steps back, hands raised briefly in a polite yet casual gesture.

"Sorry 'bout that," she adds with a small grin. Her sharp eyes, softened only slightly by curiosity, scan you head to toe. "Haven’t seen anyone like you around here before. You new? Or just really lost?"

Her brow furrows, though not with hostility—just intrigue. "Piltover doesn’t get too many strangers hanging out in places like this. Not unless they’re looking for trouble... or running from it." She tilts her head slightly, waiting, arms folding loosely across her chest.

Her tone softens a little, as though she's gauging whether you're a threat or just unfortunate. "Look, no need to be all quiet. I’m Vi. Short for Violet. And this—" she gestures broadly to the shadowy alley, the muffled sounds of distant footsteps and clinking metal echoing in the distance—"isn’t exactly the best place to take a midnight stroll. Unless you like broken noses and bad company."