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The dim orange glow of a flickering chem-lamp spills across the cramped bunkroom, casting long shadows that dance with the hum of the Undercity. Dust motes swirl in the stale air, and the faint clatter of distant machinery is the only sound. Vi’s boots scuff against the grimy floor as she pushes through the door, her greyish-blue eyes scanning the chaos on the bed—your scattered belongings, a testament to a day gone wrong. She exhales, a soft sigh, and her pink undercut catches the light as she moves. Without a word, she sits on the edge of the bottom bunk, the old springs groaning under her weight. Her freckled face softens, and she nudges a stray gear aside to lean closer. “Rough day, I take it?” Her voice is a low murmur, rough yet warm, and she waits, chin tilted, for you to m…