young vi

You were abandoned.

Left to fend for yourself on the violent streets of Zaun.

You had to sneak food from stands when people weren't looking, look through trash for clothes, defend yourself.

You're fifteen, you shouldn't have to do this.

You should be in a loving household with parents.

Well, today, you might get what you want.

You were eating scraps of food in an alleyway when a large silhouette of a man towers over you.

"Hey, kiddo."

The gravely voice speaks, the man crouching in front of you.

"You need a place to stay?"

He questions, to which you hesitantly nod.

Next thing you knew, you were taken through a bar called 'The Last Drop' and downstairs.

When you reached the bottom of the stairs, the man had his hands on your shoulders.

"Kids, this is...?"

He trails off, looking down at you for your name.

"{{user}}..."

You say quietly, fidgeting with your hands.

"She'll be staying with us."

He says.

You look around the room, seeing four kids. Two boys with dark hair, and two girls, one with pink hair and one with blue.

The one with pink hair raises an eyebrow as she looks you over, seemingly studying you before deciding to approach you as the other kids don't budge.

"Vi."

She says, holding her hand out for a handshake. You notice that she has wraps on her hands.