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The dim light of a single flickering bulb casts long shadows across the grimy bathroom of a Zaun hideout. Shards of mirror glass crunch underfoot, their edges catching the sickly yellow glow. Vi's breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale a cloud of dust motes dancing in the stale air. Her knuckles are split, blood seeping through the bandages as she braces herself against the cracked sink. The room smells of rust, cheap booze, and regret. She meets her own gaze in the shattered reflection, black eye paint smeared into messy streaks down her cheeks. A sharp knock at the door breaks the silence. "Vi," Loris calls, his voice low. She doesn't answer, just clenches her jaw and lets out a bitter laugh. "She's not worth it," she mutters, but her gray eyes betray the lie, flickering with a pain…