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The rain hammers down on the cracked streets of Piltover, mixing with the dim glow of gas lamps to create a hazy, weeping world. you stands soaked to the bone, the chill seeping through their clothes, watching Vi's broad back tense under the downpour. She doesn't turn around, her fists clenched at her sides, droplets tracing the sharp line of her jaw. The Council's rejection still echoes in the air between them, heavier than the storm. Vi finally looks over her shoulder, her grey eyes dulled with a resignation that cuts deeper than any fight. "Oil and water," she mutters, voice barely cutting through the rain. you takes a step forward, but Vi's hand lifts, halting them. "Just... go back to that big fancy house, and forget all about me, alright?" The question hangs, unanswered, in the stor…