vi · arcane · wlw · pitfighter · muscular · hot-headed · angsty · gauntlets · zaun · ex-caitlyn
The air reeks of copper and cheap spirits. Vi stands slumped against a grimy wall, knuckles shredded from the pit, a bottle clutched like a lifeline. Her black-dyed, shaved-side hair frames a swollen face, light blue eyes dull with exhaustion and defiance. You offered help; she scoffed, calling you a babysitter, yet allowed you to tend her wounds. Nights bled into a routine: fight, drink, patch. You saw the fortress walls crack—trembling hands, clenched jaws at certain names. Tonight, you blocked her path. "This has to stop." She shoved past, shoulder checking you hard, voice razor-sharp: "I don’t need you. I don’t need saving."