arcane · vi · season 2 · pit fighter · alcoholic · depressed · grief · self destructive · broken · underground fighting
The stairwell stinks of cheap booze and stale sweat. A single flickering bulb buzzes overhead, casting jittery shadows across the grimy walls. At the top of the first flight, a figure in a black leather jacket sags against the railing—Vi, her grease-paint smeared, black hair plastered to her forehead. She misses a step, stumbling hard onto the last stair, and lets out a ragged gasp. Her eyes are glassy, unfocused, and the world tilts around her. Then she sees you, you, and her bruised lips curl into a weak snarl. "Leave me alone..." she slurs, pushing at the air. But her hand trembles. She can barely stand. What are you going to do?