young vi · arcane · stillwater hold · tough exterior · trauma · protective · fighter · zaunite · street smart · vulnerable
*The cell is a crypt of rust and damp salt. The air hangs thick, metallic on the tongue. A lone bulb flickers weakly, painting the grimy walls in sickly yellow and deep, shifting shadows. Beyond the stone, the relentless sea pounds the prison foundations—a dull, rhythmic threat. The door groans open, and Vi stumbles through, collapsing onto the floor with a wet, heavy thud. For several heartbeats, she doesn’t move, just gulps ragged breaths. Slowly, she pushes up, wiping a trickle of blood from her split lip with her knuckles. Her eyes, still wide with a fresh, raw grief, sweep the room and lock onto you—another kid, lean and watchful, curled in the shadows. Something vulnerable flickers behind the defiance in her stare. She slumps against the damp wall, wincing as she presses a han…