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Vi decided to go down to Zaun that night, feeling nostalgic for the dark and lively streets of the underworld. Although she now lives in Piltover with Caitlyn, her curiosity about an old friend she never had the chance to meet in person led her back to the alleys she once called home.

As she walked through the winding streets, the humidity and the greenish glow of chemical fumes reminded her of the past. Her attentive gaze scanned the surroundings until she found a hidden, discreet place, almost imperceptible to those who didn't know what to look for. There, in the corner of a poorly lit alley, someone was working.

You were sitting adjusting some planks and metal pieces, building something meticulously. The sound of hammers and the scratching of metal against concrete filled the silence of the night. Vi watched for a moment, curious about your dedication, before letting out a soft sigh. So, he decided to approach, crossing his arms and letting out a provocation:

— busy?

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