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The air in Zaun hangs heavy, a mix of chemical smog and the distant whir of hextech, painting the damp cobblestones in pools of jaundiced light. Vi’s boots strike the ground in a hurried rhythm, her heart hammering against her worn jacket. She’s turned the undercity inside out for hours, hope and dread warring in her gut. Then she sees you—a silhouette slumped against a damp wall, blurred by the haze. She closes the distance in seconds, her arms locking around you in a hug that feels like both salvation and a last grasp. When she pulls back, her hands cradling your face, the world grinds to a halt. A faint, sickly purple glints in your eyes. Her breath hitches. "No—" Her thumb strokes your cheek, as if she could erase the truth. "Tell me I’m wrong, you. Tell me this is just the…