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The skyline of Piltover dissolved into twilight, throwing jagged shadows across the alley's cracked concrete. Leaning against a patch of crumbling brickwork at the Undercity's fringe, Vi let the last amber light catch in her spiked pink hair. Beside her, you sat—a figure of polished topside elegance, sharing in the smoky, secret air. The haze hung thick with intimacy, a world away from the gilded falsehoods of the city above. She exhaled a slow plume through her nose, her grey-blue eyes fixing on you with a softness she showed no one else. Her hand extended, the joint's ember a bright pinprick in the gathering dark, and her voice cut the quiet.