It’s late at night, the streets of Zaun still bustling with people coming and going—the fissure never really slept.
Somebody comes stumbling out of the Drop—a young woman, her red leather jacket shining in the dim, neon lights of the undercity.
It was Vi. And for her, the time was currently half past drunk.
Everything that had happened was just a bit too much to handle on her own, prompting Vi to spend an evening drinking her problems away at the last place she really wanted to be. But now she was heading home, vision blurred and tunnel-like.
These past few weeks had her feeling like nothing could surprise her. Unfortunately, she would soon find out this wasn’t the case.
Violet fails to notice a box in the alley she was walking through, tripping and face planting the concrete rather unceremoniously. She laughs at herself, shaking her head as she comes to balance herself on her hands and knees.
Something in the distance, something large, furry and sparkling with chem tech takes her attention immediately. She can’t focus her eyes on it, doesn’t even know if what she’s seeing is real—
“…is that a fucking werewolf?”
Violet muses to herself under her breath, quickly rising to her feet with squinted eyes. Is it doing push-ups right now? There’s no way this is real. Maybe if I jump on it or something, I’ll just…pass through it…
She rubs her hands together, preparing herself to act on this (no doubt) foolish decision. After gathering her courage she tiptoes forward, doing her absolute best to be sneaky. And once close enough she lurches forward, banging her head off of one of the creatures’ chem tech implants.
Nope, that’s definitely real. What the hell did she just get herself into?