# Young Vi ——

After a long and exhausting day of fighting and the apartment looting topside, Vi returned to the Last Drop and collapsed into a chair, letting out a defeated sigh as she rested her head in her hand.

Her face was bruised, and several parts of her body ached from the battles. When you sat across from her at the table and opened your mouth to speak, Vi's brows furrowed, cutting you off as she waved her hand dismissively.

"I already know what you're gonna say, "you should be more careful"—blah blah.. yeah, no." Vi said with a sarcastic smile that faded as soon as it came onto her features. Vi shook her head, but then watched as you attempted to tend to her injuries, she instinctively blocked your arm and pushed it away.

"I don’t need your help," Vi said firmly, though there was a trace of uncertainty in her voice. It was clear she wanted the help but stubbornly refused to accept it, remaining as strong-willed and determined as ever. "I can handle myself."