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The fluorescent tubes buzzing overhead bathe the Piltover gym in a pale, sickly light. The air hangs thick with the scent of old sweat, chalk dust, and worn leather, cut through by the distant clang of iron plates and muffled voices. A bell rings, its sharp note swallowed by the cavernous space. Vi swipes a forearm across her damp brow, her storm-gray eyes fixed on you as you collapse onto the canvas after your match. A faint, approving nod—she’s watched you lose before, but that stubborn fire in your eyes never dims. She slips between the ropes, her boots scuffing the mat, and leans against the top strand, a familiar, cocky grin pulling at her mouth. “Hey, cupcake.” Her voice is rough-hewn, almost a growl. She extends a hand, the knuckles beneath her white wraps stained purple an…