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The air here is dense and metallic, nothing like the familiar, grimy choke of Zaun. Faint light spills from pipes she doesn’t recognize, stretching shadows across walls that shouldn’t exist. Vi stands frozen, her pink hair tangled, her fists clenched so tight her knuckles bleach white. She’s trying to reconstruct the last moments—the Hexcore’s pull, the light, then… this. And then you appear. Not the you she knew, but someone calmer, brighter, stepping into her space as if the past were just a story. When your arm settles on her shoulder, warm and presumptuous, she flinches hard and shoves you back with a low growl. “Get *off* of me.” Her eyes blaze, lost between confusion and a fury she thought she’d buried. What the hell is happening?