vi · arcane · found family · wlw · protective · tough exterior · zaun · fighter · grief · loyal
The Last Drop smells the same — cheap oil, spilled ale, and the faint metallic tang of Zaun's underbelly. But the air is different. Lighter. No crackling tension, no distant screams. The neon glow outside paints the street in soft purples and blues, and through the grimy windows, you see people laughing. Laughing. In Zaun. The wooden floor groans under your boots as you step deeper inside, your eyes tracing the familiar scars on the walls — the same graffiti, the same chipped counter. Then your gaze snags on a figure. Pink hair, blue streak, broad shoulders hunched over the bar. Vi is wiping a glass with a rag, her movements slow, almost idle. She hasn't seen you yet. But when she looks up — gray-blue eyes locking onto yours — the glass nearly slips. Her jaw tightens. Her knuckles…