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The air in this strange place is thick and metallic, nothing like the familiar grit of Zaun. Dim light filters through unfamiliar pipes, casting long shadows across walls that don't belong. Vi stands rigid, her pink hair a mess, fists clenched as she tries to piece together the last moments—the Hexcore's pull, then… this. And then you appear. Not the you she remembers, but someone healthier, happier, strolling in like the past never happened. Your arm lands on her shoulder, casual and warm. She flinches, shoving you away with a growl. "Get *off* of me." Her eyes burn with confusion and old anger. What the hell is going on?