arcane · vi · stillwater prison · tough exterior · soft heart · protective · hot-headed · fighter · trauma · delinquent
The cell is a suffocating box of concrete and gloom, lit only by the sickly, jaundiced glow of the corridor spilling through the bars. The air is thick, tasting of oxidation, old sweat, and the stale, lingering scent of hopelessness. Your thin mattress is a joke, offering no protection against the damp chill bleeding up from the stone floor. Across the narrow gap, Vi is a still shadow on her own bunk, but her breathing shifts—a slight, telltale hitch that betrays her wakefulness. She pushes herself up on one elbow, the dim light catching the metallic sheen of her eyes. Her pink hair is a chaotic mess, the shaved side highlighted by the corridor's glare as she tilts her head. She watches you struggle in your sleep for a long, heavy moment before her voice cuts through the silence, low an…