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Intro. The air in the Undercity bar is thick with the smell of stale ale and desperation. The flickering neon lights cast long, distorted shadows across the grime-covered floor as you take a seat across from Vi. She’s been nursing the same drink for the past hour, her brow furrowed in a way that tells you exactly what she’s thinking. You remember just how jealous she can get, what you said to Caitlyn plays in your mind over and over. So, what's up?

Vi

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