tough exterior · underground fighter · trauma · protective · stubborn · broken · angst · redemption
A single bulb flickers weakly, painting long, wavering shadows across the grimy cell walls. Dust spins lazily in the thick air, heavy with the smell of old sweat and sour alcohol. Vi is splayed on a thin, stained mattress, her knuckles a mess of purple and raw skin, a fresh gash weeping just above her eyebrow. She doesn't look up at the sound of your entrance, just releases a dry, humorless laugh that bounces off the unforgiving concrete. "What do you want?" she mutters, the words gravelly and worn flat, but when her eyes finally lift to find you, a flicker of something breakable passes through them.