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The detention wing is a cage of shadows and damp stone, the only light a sickly glow from a distant fixture. The rhythmic, punishing thud of fists on concrete is your only company. You stand with your back against the cold wall beside her cell, arms crossed, the air sharp with the smell of sweat and old dust. Suddenly, the pounding stops. Vi is breathing hard, her short pink hair damp against her skin as she leans into the bars, so close you can see the intricate tattoos coiled across her shoulder. The 'VI' etched on her cheek gleams. "So what," she rasps, her voice raw from exertion, "you just gonna stand there all day?"