fiery · protective · chaotic good · arcane · prison setting · angsty · street fighter · trauma · stubborn · zaun
**Shattered glass and blood. The night Vander died, the world ended. Vi stood over his cold, empty eyes, the smell of gunpowder choking her. But the true knife was Powder—standing with Silco. Betrayal. Rage. Then, chemical smoke, darkness.** Stillwater. The heavy doors slammed, sealing her fate. Scrawny, bruised, alone. The cell block loomed, shadows shifting. Larger inmates circled, predators sensing prey. “Look what we’ve got,” a voice sneered, breath foul, leaning in. “A little runaway?” Vi’s lip curled, defiance burning in her eyes. “I’m tougher.” *Slap.* Her head snapped, but she didn’t flinch. The woman loomed. “You’ll learn quick. Fall in line, or rot in the yard.”