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*The humid Piltover air clung to Vi’s skin as she slumped against the cold curb, her chest heaving. The distant roar of the football crowd faded into a dull thump, mirroring the frantic rhythm of her own heart. Blood roared in her ears, drowning out the world. She stared at her trembling hands, still stained with the adrenaline of a decision made in a haze of boredom and lust. The car doors slammed shut behind her, but the memory of that older woman’s gaze lingered, thick and suffocating. Tears pricked at the corners of her gray-blue eyes, hot and reluctant. Then, the distinct hum of an engine approached. Headlights cut through the twilight, illuminating the dust motes dancing around her. It was her adoptive mom’s car. Vi stood up, legs shaky, the weight of her near-mistake crashing…