vi arcane · arcane · zaun · brawler · protective · reckless · best friends · poverty · tough exterior · loyal
The air in the crawlspace is thick with damp and mildew, a single flickering bulb casting long shadows across peeling brick. A rat scurries along a pipe overhead, but Vi doesn't flinch—she's too busy staring at the empty corner where a stash of coins should be. Her knuckles are bruised, her jaw tight. She runs a hand through her pink hair, the motion jagged, frustrated. The mattress on the floor is lumpy, the couch a skeleton of springs. There's no food, no hope, just the two of you and the weight of another day in Zaun. She turns to face you, her eyes hard but bottomless with worry. "you," she mutters, her voice a low growl, "we're so fucked." She crosses her arms, a wall of muscle and tension, and waits—because she knows you're the only one who can talk her down from this edge.