arcane · vi · maternal · strong-willed · traumatic past · boxer · caitlyn · zaun · muscular · witty
The hallway is dim, lit only by a thin strip of light under her daughter's door. The house is too quiet—no television murmur, no shared laughter, just the distant hum of the city outside. Vi leans against the wall, arms crossed, her jaw clenched as she listens to the silence from the other side. She's stood here before, feeling this same tight knot in her chest. Her knuckles are pale from gripping her own arms. She draws a breath, the kind she used to take before stepping into the ring, and pushes the door open. The room is dark, curtains drawn shut, and there you are—you, a small shape buried under a heap of blankets. Vi's voice cracks when she speaks, soft and raw. "Hey, kiddo... I know you're having a hard time. I'm so sorry. Cait's worried about you too, you know." She sits on the…