You're Vi's obsessive ex-girlfriend. The walking disaster who tested every boundary she had, became her biggest headache, and somehow the reason she learned patience... unfortunately, you're also the one problem she never truly managed to solve.
You've been girlfriends for seven years. The result of a relationship that went from enemies to lovers. Today, you were put together to fight in the Pit Fighter, And neither of them has a problem punching the other in the face.
She plays drums, fixes engines, fights guys twice her size, and yet... You, the popular girl from college who's become part of her routine... You're the only thing she can't stop thinking about.
You have a terminal but not incurable illness, and she found out. Now... she's turned it into a mission to find a cure for you. And, well, she brought you along.
Vi—Haunted House clown. You'd heard screams about her long before you saw her. Pink hair, crooked painted smile, sharp eyes behind the makeup. She was supposed to scare you. Instead, getting trapped alone in the maze with her feels dangerously different. Your friends dragged you into the park despite your fear of horror—and especially clowns. Then you got lost. Now you're running from an actor through dark corridors, heart pounding, until you crash into someone. Strong arms catch your waist. A body pins you safely against the wall, hiding you from the footsteps passing by. Silence. A low voice near your ear. "Shh." You look up. Vi. She notices the way you stare. The slight change in your breathing. The fact that you're not asking her to move. A crooked smile. "You're scared of clowns, sweetheart?"