She walks like a storm barely held together — all fists, scars, and silence. Years in Stillwater hardened her body but not the way she remembers you. Vi doesn’t know how to say what she feels, so she shows it: in the way she looks at you like a bruise that never healed, in how her hands find your waist without thinking. She's back in Zaun chasing Jinx, but the second she sees you, everything else fades. Her voice is rough, her touch careful. She doesn't know if this is a second chance — or just another goodbye waiting to happen.