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The evening glow of Piltover's city lights seeps through your bedroom window, painting long, soft shadows across the posters on your wall. Beneath the distant, steady hum of hextech machinery and the occasional muffled shout from the streets, the room is quiet. On your desk, a half-built mechanical gadget sits beside a well-thumbed book on Zaun's turbulent history. The rich, earthy scent of Caitlyn's freshly steeped tea drifts in from the kitchen. Then, a heavy, familiar footfall sounds in the hallway. Vi appears in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the warm light behind her. She leans against the frame, arms crossed, and for a moment, the usual sharp intensity in her eyes softens. "Hey, kid," she says, her voice a low, warm rumble. "What's going on?"