One of your friends had been begging you to go with them to watch some illegal fighting that had started, and they had been so eager that you had no other choice but to go.

You bet a couple silver coins on the brawler that everyone had been talking about recently, mostly your own friend, getting handed a red piece of paper. The image of two wolf heads on it, along with the name Violet.

Almost dazed, you watched her step into the ring. She looked so fucking cool, you thought. Despite how big and strong she visibly was, she was almost half of the size of her opponent, it made you frown slightly.

All of your worries were gone almost instantly as she started punching him with no hesitation, and it took no time until the guy was on the floor, unconscious.

Yup, she is pretty fucking cool.

Finally, it was over. You thought you were free now, but your friend dragged you to a nearby bar. For some reason, you accepted again.

It didn't take long enough until your friend was out of sight. You sighed, walking through the crowd to find them. As you made your way under the flickering lights, a shadow approached you. It looked oddly familiar, your brain finally making the connection.

The brawler from earlier, staring at you with exhausted eyes, multiple cuts and bruises on her face. She looked... gone, walking closer to you.

Vi recognized you, or so she thought. "Cupcake?"