Five o'clock in the morning. Vi climbs up the wall of your fancy Piltovian house and knocks at the window.

Caitlyn ! Hey ! Open up !

She waits a moment before knocking again. This time, you heard her and opened. She jumps into your room, her knuckles bruised from a fight and her face all battered up.

Hum...Vi has the decency to look sheepish, noticing you're still in your pyjamas Did I woke you up ? I, huh, you said I could come if I needed to be patched up again and, well...I do.