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Unification Day. What a joke.

The rain was relentless, a torrential downpour\nthat transformed the world below into a monochrome blur. Zelia crouched on the\nrooftop, her body sheltered by a small overhang, as she peered down at the\nKiramman mansion. The large, grand estate certainly didn't look all that\nspecial in the rain and fog—it was reduced to a dreary shadow of its former\nglory as the storm swallowed it. The wind howled around her, carrying the scent\nof wet stone and distant memories.

Above, balloons drifted aimlessly through the\nturbulent sky, blown around wildly despite their anchors. Heavy clouds had\nmuted the celebratory bright colors into dull, listless shades. Zelia couldn't\nhelp but feel that was appropriate.

Today was supposed to be Unification Day, the\none-year celebration of Piltover's victory during the Noxian Invasion of\nPiltover and the battle at the Hexgate. A year since Zaun had, in theory, taken\nits rightful place in Piltover. But the rain felt more fitting, a somber\nreminder of false promises and broken dreams, far more appropriate than any\nkind of celebration would have been.

Zelia's eyes narrowed as she watched the\nballoons drift further away in the wind, each one a symbol of the hollow\nvictory they had been forced to accept. She could remember having hope when\nZaun was officially recognized... and now, a year later, she felt foolish for\never having dared to dream. It was shocking how little had changed in the last\nyear. When Sevika was given a place on the Piltover council as an official Zaun\nrepresentative, it had seemed like things were about to change. A year later,\nthough, Chem-baron still ruled the streets, and she was still a veritable slave\nof the Thieves’ Guild. In fact, the only changes Zelia could see were a few\nmore Piltover engineers pushing their idea of progress into Zaun, and more\nEnforcers patrolling the Undercity... making her job even harder.

She should have known better than to hope.\nWhen had hoping ever gotten her anything good?

Zelia sighed and ran her fingers through her\ndyed bright blue hair, the damp strands clinging to her skin. She wished Jinx\nwere still here. There had been a woman who cared deeply for the Undercity and\nwas willing to do whatever it took to protect them. Piltover, of course,\ncouldn't let that be... they had killed her for it. Snuffing out the light that\nonce burned so fiercely in the heart of Zaun.

The rain continued to fall, enough of it to\nfill the river between the two cities... a constant reminder of the chasm\nbetween her and the rich scumbags over here.

Zelia's gaze drifted from the balloons to the\ngarden below, where flowers swayed and danced in the relentless rain. The sight\nwas almost surreal—a burst of color amidst the gray chaos. She couldn't help\nbut chuckle softly to herself. This was the first time she had ever seen a\nflower. Her mother might have named her after one, but no flowers grew in the\nUndercity. Down there, nothing but rot, disease, and misery flourished. It was\na stark contrast to the fragile beauty before her, a reminder of how far removed\nshe was from this world.

Her eyes shifted to the courtyard where she\nwatched the men move methodically and load boxes into transports. Each box\nseemed heavy, laden with wealth unimaginable to someone like her. Yet her\nattention wasn't on the riches being carted away. Instead, it was fixed on the\nmansion itself, looming large and imposing against the dreary backdrop.

There, just a few dozen feet below her, lay\neverything she had ever wanted. Her way out of this life. Her escape from the\nendless cycle of poverty and despair. All she had to do was go down and take\nit. The rain continued to pour; each drop a cold, steady beat against the\nrooftop. Zelia took a deep breath, feeling the damp air fill her lungs. She\nknew what she had to do. The chasm between her and the life she craved was\nvast, but not insurmountable. The thought sent a shiver through her, not of\nfear but determination. She wasn't just another rat scurrying through the\ncracks; she was a predator, honed by years of survival in the Undercity.\nTonight, she was going for the big catch, the one that would set her free from\nthis wretched place forever.

If Rasco knew what she was about to do, he\nwould kill her... or worse. Just thinking about him, Zelia could almost feel\nthe guildmaster's lecherous gaze on her, a constant reminder of the predator\nshe had to navigate daily.

Rasco was a burly man with a thick beard that\nseemed to house more vermin than hair. His eyes were small and beady, always\ndarting around with a predatory gleam. Zelia hated those eyes, hated how they\nundressed her with every glance. She hated even more the way his hand was\nalways in her pocket, taking half of everything she made—a cut that left her\nwith barely enough to survive.

She might hate this life, but she had been\nforced to accept it... it was just the way things were. Undercity urchins never\ngot ahead, and an orphan Vastaya girl like her... well, someone like her should\ncount herself lucky not to end up as a laborer in the mines, choking on the\nGray, or working one of the brothels.

A shiver shot down her spine, sharper than the\nknife stashed in her boot. Zelia was too small to work in the mines, and she\nwas definitely no whore. She would make her own way through the world, thank you very much. The dubious protection of the Thieves’\nGuild was the only reason she hadn't been captured by one of the Chem-Barons\nbefore now and forced to make her living on her back. But still, trying to\nsteal from people who had almost nothing wasn't any way to get comfortable, let\nalone rich…especially when the guild took half of whatever little she did\nmanage to take.

That ended today.

Zelia had just been leaving Rasco's office\nafter paying her dues, the coins heavy in her pocket but lighter than they\nshould have been. Her steps were quick, eager to put distance between herself\nand the guildmaster's undressing gaze. As she turned the corner, however, a\ngroup of Rasco's heavier hitters walked in... and their presence immediately\ndrew her attention. Normally, she would have just slipped away. But something\nabout their excited chatter and furtive glances made her pause.

Zelia had long since learned to trust her\ninstincts... and those same instincts that had kept her alive for so long were\nnow screaming at her to stay, to listen. These men weren’t just passing\nthrough; they were up to something big. Zelia's brow furrowed as her golden\neyes sluiced through the shadows, her Vastayan ears twitching with\nanticipation. She knew better than to underestimate the value of her senses in\na place like the Undercity—even if everyone else did.

After a quick glance, Zelia ducked into a\nnearby alley and scaled the wall. She moved silently, her fingers finding\npurchase on the rough stone as she pulled herself up to the rooftop. From\nthere, she could see into Rasco's window, her vantage point perfect for\neavesdropping.

The men inside were animated, their voices low\nbut urgent. Their voices barely penetrated the smog-filled air, but Zelia\ncaught a single word.

\"...Kiramman...\"

Zelia's heart skipped a beat. That noble\nbitch? Curiosity piqued, she leaned closer, straining to catch every word.

As Rasco and his men spoke back and forth,\neach word etched the big score they had planned into undeniable clarity. They\nwere planning to rob the Kiramman mansion at the end of the week. The former\nCommander of the Enforcers, Lady Kiramman, was apparently moving some of the\nmansion’s vault contents into the Enforcer citadel. Once it was there, it would\nbe far too secure to steal… so they were going to intercept the vault in\ntransit.

At first, Zelia wasn't too interested. She was\njust one girl, and the riches they spoke of would be heavy, locked away in\nmassive boxes. How much could she possibly carry while trying to escape? But as\nRasco kept talking, the truth became clear. The contents of the vault weren't\ntreasure—they were documents. Detailed maps of the ventilation systems. Precise\nschematics of the waterways and bridges. Information that could grant access to\nany noble house in the city.

The Vastaya girl could clearly hear the\navarice filling Rasco's words as he outlined his vision... and she could\nunderstand it. With this information, he could become a Chem-baron in his own\nright, one of the wealthiest men in the city. He could rob anyone... Undercity\ndweller or Piltover noble. Zelia's mind raced. The real treasure here wasn't\ngold; it was information. Knowledge that people would kill for.

Or, more importantly, pay a fortune for.

Zelia's breath caught in her throat as Rasco's\nvoice grew more animated. His words painted a picture of unimaginable wealth\nand power. \"Make sure you get the key from the Kiramman girl’s\nbedroom,\" he instructed, his tone dripping with urgency. “We need that key\nto access the information vault. Without it, those documents are just a bunch\nof jumbled, encrypted text—useless.\"

The room fell silent as the men absorbed this\ncrucial detail. Zelia's mind raced, piecing together the implications. The key\nwas the linchpin, the one thing that could unlock the potential hidden within\nthose encrypted files. It was small, barely larger than a pen, yet its value\ndwarfed even the most precious jewels. \"It's the most valuable thing in\nthe entire city,\" Rasco continued. \"And if we don't get it, all our\nefforts will be for nothing.\"

Zelia found herself leaning back, the sheer\nmagnitude of their plan—and what it meant—making her reel. The key was\nsomething she could steal. Something she could hold in the palm of her hand.\nWith it, she wouldn't just be stealing a piece of metal, or even the key to the\nvault. No, she would hold the key to her freedom. Enough money to escape this\nwretched city and start anew elsewhere. Even if Rasco failed in his grand\nheist, she could still ransom the key back to Lady Kiramman for a fortune.

The possibilities swirled in her mind, each\none more tantalizing than the last. She could finally break free from the\nThieves Guild. From Rasco's grip. From the smog and starving hell that was the\nUndercity. All she needed was that tiny, insignificant-looking key.

And just like that, Zelia decided that her\ndays of sticking to safe, tiny scores were over. She was going to make a play.

As the meeting broke up and the men dispersed,\nZelia slipped back down from the rooftop, her mind already formulating a plan.\nShe had to get into the Kiramman mansion. If she could get her hands on the key\nfirst, then she wouldn't need to rely on petty theft anymore. She could buy\nherself a new life, far from the Undercity. Far from Rasco, his grubbing\nfingers, and his growingly perverse intentions for her.

All of that had led her here, to this perch...\nwaiting for her opportunity.

Zelia's eyes narrowed as she spotted movement\non the balcony below, cutting through the storm's relentless assault. A woman\nstepped out, her form barely visible through the torrential rain. She held a\ncup of steaming tea in one hand, sheltering beneath the awning as she watched\nthe boxes being loaded into the transports. The woman's well-dressed\nappearance, with her dark, well-coifed hair, would have been unremarkable—just another\npretty, vacant noblewoman—if not for the eyepatch over her left eye. That\nsingular detail made her identity perfectly clear: Caitlyn Kiramman, the former\nCommander of the Piltover Enforcers.

A surge of rage bubbled up within Zelia,\nthreatening to consume her. This was the woman who had invaded their city, who\nhad brought the Gray back into Zaun's streets—the same Gray that had suffocated\nZelia's parents when she was still an infant. The memories of that toxic fog,\nthe screams of her mother and father, and their desperation to put her into the\nsmall, safe spot they had made for her flashed before her eyes. When Zelia had\ncrawled out of that tiny shelter, she was alone in the world... and Caitlyn had\nbeen happy to use it as a weapon against the Undercity two years ago when she\nwas hunting for Jinx.

The thoughts ignited a fire of vengeance deep\ninside the Vastaya woman... but Zelia knew better than to let her emotions rule\nher now. She had to stay focused, calm, calculated.

With a deep breath, Zelia forced herself to\nbury that sense of outrage beneath a sheet of icy coolness. She would have\nrobbed anyone for a chance to escape this city. It was just a satisfying bit of\nirony that the person who held the key to her escape was the woman who deserved\nto be robbed the most.

Zelia fidgeted, her body trembling with\nanticipation. In the Undercity, staying still was usually a death warrant. The\nVastaya had learned at a cruelly young age to keep moving, wits sharp and\nsuspicions loaded. She wasn’t impatient, but being prone for even an instant\nwracked her body with nervous energy that demanded release. Bouncing from one\nfoot to the other, her fists clenching and unclenching, Zelia watched the boxes\nbeing packed with growing anxiety. The rain continued its relentless assault,\nbut it was the silence that gnawed at her—the absence of any sign that Rasco's\nmen were about to make their move.

\"Something's wrong,\" she muttered,\nher eyes darting around the courtyard. This was when Rasco had said they would\nact, wasn't it? Shouldn't she have seen some sign by now? The entire vault was\nnearly loaded onto the wagons. Her heart was speeding up by the second, the\nanticipation threatening to swallow her.

Come on, come on, come on…

Should she make her move without a\ndistraction? The idea frightened her, but she knew she couldn't wait much\nlonger.

Just as she was about to decide, a sharp pop\nechoed through the air, followed by a sudden burst of smoke from one of the\nballoons overhead. Zelia's eyes widened as the balloon exploded in a shower of\ndark, thick black smoke that cascaded down over the Kiramman mansion,\nblanketing it in an impenetrable haze. The rain seemed to intensify, but even\nits torrential force couldn't disperse the smoke, which clung to the air like a\nmalevolent fog.

The silence was shattered, and voices rose in\na chaotic maelstrom as confusion and alarm seized the courtyard. Zelia's eyes\nflicked to the balcony, but even through the smoke, she was pretty sure Caitlyn\nwas no longer there. \"Good enough,\" she whispered.

Zelia heard the muffled sounds of a fight\nerupting: a symphony of grunts, metal clashing against metal, and the\noccasional scream of agony. Rasco's goons were brawling with the Kiramman\nsecurity and the laborers, and their desperation to intercept the vault was\npalpable.

For just a moment, Zelia hesitated. This was a\npoint of no return. If she were seen, Rasco would absolutely kill her for\ntrying to rip him off... and that was if she was lucky. The moment she went\ndown there, she was committed to breaking away from the Thieves' Guild, and\nthat made her pause... but she had spent too long dreaming, too long hoping for\nchange that never came. Now, it was time to act.

Her resolve hardened. She had to get that key.

The blue-haired Vastaya quickly wrapped a\ncloth around her face, the rough fabric just enough to prevent her from\ninhaling too much of the acrid smoke billowing from the courtyard. The tendrils\nassaulted her eyes, blurring her vision, but she blinked rapidly, determined\nnot to let them deter her.

With practiced precision, Zelia fed a rope\nthrough her fingers, feeling its weight and texture as she prepared for her\ndescent. She dropped rapidly, her body moving like a shadow against the tower's\nsurface, her tail flowing behind her through the smoke like a specter. Just as\nshe neared the Kiramman estate walls, she flipped gracefully, kicking off the\ntower and cutting the rope in one smooth motion. The momentum carried her over\nthe estate walls. She landed on the mansion's roof hard, rolling to absorb the\nimpact of her rapid descent.

The impact rattled her bones and the roll left\nher dizzy, but Zelia couldn't afford to let that bother her right now. Instead,\nthe Vastaya thief sprang to her feet and grabbed the balcony’s edge. With a\npowerful swing, she lowered herself down and landed silently on the very spot\nwhere Caitlyn had stood just moments earlier. The door into the house loomed\nbefore her, a barrier between her and her freedom.

She tried the handle, finding it locked—no\nproblem. Zelia pulled out her lockpicks, the familiar steel reassuring in her\nhands. She worked swiftly, her fingers dancing over the intricate mechanisms of\nthe masterwork lock. It opened with barely a delay, the latch’s soft click\ndeafened by the noise. Then she slipped inside, leaving the men and women to\nfight below, unaware of the thief who had just infiltrated their prize.

Zelia ignored the cacophony, her focus\nlaser-sharp as she prowled through the mansion. The key was precious to\nCaitlyn; she would keep it in her room. Rasco had said as much. Zelia had been\npretty sure Caitlyn's balcony would connect right to it, and she had been\nright—this was obviously the place.

Now she just needed to find the key.

The Vastaya wasted no time, ripping drawers\nout and upending them with a fervor that belied her usual stealth. She wasn't\nespecially concerned about being quiet; the chaos outside provided ample cover,\nand speed was all that mattered now. Contents spilled onto the floor in a\nclatter of papers and trinkets. Zelia's hands moved like lightning, sifting\nthrough the mess with desperate urgency.

Outside, the pop of gunfire joined the fray,\nsignaling that the fight was escalating. It was getting messy out there, and\nZelia didn't want to be here when the dust settled. She hurried up, ransacking\nthe room with a fervor that bordered on frenzy.

Soon, Every drawer, every cabinet, every nook\nand cranny had been turned inside out, and still…no key. Caitlyn must have it\nhidden somewhere less obvious. Zelia looked around the room, blinking away the\ntears from the smoke, and tried to think like that hated Enforcer bitch. Where\nwould she hide such a thing?

Scanning the room, her eyes caught details she\nhad overlooked in her haste. The bed was neatly made, the vanity untouched, and\nthe walls adorned with framed portraits of a woman in various stages of her\nlife—not Caitlyn, it seemed, but her mother. Nothing seemed\nout of place. But that was the operative word, wasn’t it?

Pausing, the Vastaya closed her eyes and took\na slow, shallow, smoke-clogged breath. She couldn’t inhale too deeply, but she\nforced herself to hold it for a few beats before slowly, methodically exhaling.\nIt calmed her down a little. Let her refocus as she opened her eyes again.

Zelia might be a street urchin, but she had\none thing that had always helped her survive in the Undercity: she paid\nattention to details. Starting over, she traced over the room piece by piece.\nThe shelves full of trophies and knickknacks, probably stolen from decent,\nhardworking folk like her, gleamed under the dim light. She sneered at them,\nimagining the lives they represented—lives far removed from her own grim\nexistence.

The closet door stood ajar, revealing an array\nof clothing, each piece more elaborate than the last. Zelia's gaze lingered on\nthe chairs nearby where crumpled garments lay discarded, as if Caitlyn couldn't\nbe bothered to fold them properly. It was a small, petty detail, but it spoke\nvolumes about the woman's disregard for anything but her own comfort.

Her eyes moved to the bookshelves, filled with\nvarious pretentious-looking tomes that it was unlikely anyone actually read.\nTitles like \"The Art of Governance\" and \"Philosophies of\nProgress\" mocked her with their lofty ideals. Zelia snorted, imagining\nCaitlyn flipping through these books with feigned interest, trying to appear\ncultured and wise.

A board on the wall marked with pins and a map\ncaught her eye, likely relevant to Caitlyn's upcoming trip but unimportant to\nthe thief right now. Then on the next wall, there wa-

Despite herself, Zelia's eyes flickered back\nto the bookshelves. There were so many of them in the room. Rich people always\nloved surrounding themselves with books. They were like trophies to\nthem—ornaments to display their supposed intellect and refinement. Zelia\nstared, thinking. Books like those could go one of two ways. Either these\nvolumes were already devoured by their owners, reduced to useless carcasses on\nthe shelf, or they had never been read, mere props to bolster an image of\nwisdom.

One thing both sets of books had in common,\nhowever, was that they weren't used. They sat on the shelf, forever frozen,\ngathering dust and serving no purpose other than to impress visitors. Following\nher instincts, Zelia pulled the cloth off her face, exposing herself to the\nacrid smoke. She walked up to the first bookcase and tried to ignore the sting\nas she took a deep breath. She coughed, of course, but past that, she smelled\nthe thick scent of dust. It was overwhelming, cloying, and utterly unremarkable.

She moved on to the next one, repeating the\nprocess, and then again, and again, until one bookshelf smelled less of dust\nthan the others. The difference was subtle, almost imperceptible, but Zelia's\nheightened senses caught it. This shelf had been disturbed recently.

Excited, Zelia's eyes scanned shelf by shelf,\nexamining each book. Most people wouldn't heed such small details—most people,\nin Zelia's opinion, were idiots. She ran her fingers along the spines, feeling\nfor any irregularities, any sign that one of these books had been disturbed\nmore than the others.

Whoever cleaned this room wiped down the dust\nfrom the shelves... but not from between the books. They were much too lazy for\nthat. And one particular shelf was less dusty than the rest... like the books\nwere frequently moved. Zelia's heart raced as she focused on that shelf, her\nmind racing with possibilities. If Caitlyn was hiding something here, it had to\nbe in a place she could access easily, without drawing attention.

Her eyes went title to title, scanning them...\nand settled on a book of Janna tales that didn't belong with the rest. What was\na pretentious noble bitch like Caitlyn Kiramman doing with a bunch of Undercity\nFairy Tales, anyway? The cover was worn, the edges frayed, as if it had been\nhandled often. Pulse throbbing, throat sticky, she reached out and pulled it\noff the shelf.

The book should have been filled with stories\nof the wind goddess Janna, the woman who had banished the Gray from the\nUndercity. Instead, the book was way too light, and as she opened it and tilted\nit, a small, rectangular box the size of a pen fell out onto the palm of her\nhand. Zelia's breath caught in her throat as she stared at the object glinting\nin her hand—the Kiramman key. It was real, tangible, and within her grasp. Her\nfingers closed around it, and she felt a surge of triumph. This was it. This was\nher ticket out of the Undercity, away from Rasco, away from the Thieves Guild,\naway from everything that had held her back.

Zelia slipped the key into her pocket, her\nmind racing. She needed to get out of here, fast. The chaos outside was\nreaching its peak, and soon, someone would notice her absence. But for now, she\nhad what she came for—

\"How nice of you to find the key for\nus,\" a voice said from behind her.

Zelia whirled. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Rasco and two of his\nthugs had stepped into the room through the thick smoke... standing between her\nand the doorway with smug grins plastered across their faces. Rasco's beady\neyes glimmered with satisfaction as he stepped forward, his thick fingers twitching\nwith anticipation.

\"Zelia, Zelia, Zelia,\" Rasco\ncrooned, his voice dripping with mock concern. \"You really aren't supposed\nto be here... and when we're done, we're going to have a long, involved\nconversation about your place in my guild.\"

Zelia backed away, hackles on her neck rising.\nShe could feel the walls closing in on her, the weight of her precarious\nsituation pressing down like a vice. She had to get out of here, had to get\naway. One of the thugs lunged forward, grabbing her by the arm and yanking her\nback against him. His grip was ironclad, pinning her in place as she struggled\nfutilely.

\"Let go of me!\" Zelia snarled\nfuriously, kicking at his leg.

The thug's grip tightened, his fingers digging\ninto her flesh like shackles. His breath was hot against her ear, a rancid\nstench that made her stomach churn. \"Shut up, girl,\" he whispered,\nhis voice low and menacing. His other hand slid tauntingly slowly down her\nside. She stiffened, every muscle in her body tensing as his fingers brushed\nagainst her breast through the thin fabric of her black clothing. He squeezed\nhard, his touch invasive and demeaning.

Rasco sauntered over, his eyes never leaving\nZelia's face. He reached out and patted her cheek, his touch making her skin\ncrawl. \"Such a clever little thief, aren't you? Always thinking you can\noutsmart me. But this time, you've gone too far.\"

\"Get your hands off of me!\" Zelia\nsnarled, her voice a mix of fury and desperation. She twisted and kicked, but\nhis grip only tightened further, holding her immobile. The room seemed to close\nin around her, the walls pressing in as if they, too, were conspiring against\nher. With a swift motion, Zelia reached into her boot and pulled out her knife,\nits blade glinting in the dim light. Rasco rapidly backed away, proving that\nthe cowardly little eel was at least as cautious as he was predatory, but he\nwasn't her target anyway - Zelia sliced the blade along the thug's arm, the\nsharp edge cutting through skin and muscle with ease. He let out a pained\ngrunt, his grip faltering just enough for her to wrench herself free.

The thug stumbled back and clutched his arm,\nblood trailing between stubby fingers as his eyes blazed with anger. \"You\nlittle bitch,\" he spat, his voice dripping with venom. \"I'm gonna\nshow you the only things a furry Vastaya fucktoy is good for, Zelia... I'm\ngoing to teach you thoroughly, and I'm going to take my time with it!\"

Zelia didn't wait to hear more... instead, she\nbolted for the door. Rasco stepped forward, blocking her path. His beady eyes\nshone with a mixture of amusement and malice.

\"Going somewhere, Zelia?\" he asked\nmockingly. \"You really thought you could steal from me and just walk away?\nYou're going to regret this.\"

Zelia's breath came in ragged gasps as she\nbacked away, her eyes darting around the room for any possible escape route.\nThe other thug moved to block the window, leaving her with no clear way out.\nPanic surged through her, but she forced herself to stay calm and think.

Really though, there was only one option.\nBesides… what did she have to lose? Fail, she was fucked. Do nothing, still\nfucked. She had one chance, and she had to take it. With a sudden burst of\nspeed, Zelia lunged at Rasco, aiming for his midsection. He barely had time to\nreact, and she managed to knock him off balance, sending him crashing into a\nnearby table. The sound of breaking glass filled the room as the table\ncollapsed under his weight.

Seizing the moment, Zelia darted past him.\nBehind her, Rasco’s thugs shouted, their footsteps pounding on the floor as\nthey gave chase. Her heart raced for the door nearly faster than she did.

As she grabbed the handle, she heard a loud\ncrash behind her. A quick glance told her that the second thug had tripped over\nthe fallen table, giving her a precious few seconds to make her move. She\nyanked the door open and sprinted down the hallway, her boots pounding against\nthe polished wood floors.

The mansion was a labyrinth of corridors and\nrooms, but Zelia knew she had to find a way out. She turned a corner, nearly\ncolliding with another of Rasco's thugs. Bouncing off him, she changed\ndirection, running, her mind focused on one thing: survival. The thugs were\nclosing in, their voices growing louder with each passing second. She needed to\nlose them, to find a place to hide until she could make her escape. Her eyes\nscanned the hallway, searching for anything that could help her.

One of the doors beside her slammed open with\na bang, and a red-haired woman in an Enforcer's uniform rushed in. Zelia's eyes\nflared as she recognized the familiar face.

Vi! The sight of a former\nUndercity-daughter-turned-Enforcer sent a jolt of resentment-tinged fear\nthrough Zelia, but there was no time to dwell on it. One of the Enforcers being\nhere meant trouble.

Rasco and his thugs pelted into the hallway,\none of them trying to get in Vi's way. With a swift motion, Vi punched him\nacross the face, her fist connecting with a sickening crunch. The thug\nstaggered back, dazed. Vi followed up with a powerful knee to his gut, sending\nhim sprawling to the floor, gasping for breath.

Rasco, seeing the unexpected arrival, wasted\nno time. He bolted back and away, seeking another escape. Zelia had to admit\nthat his bulky frame moved surprisingly fast when he was running away. Another\nthug, emboldened by desperation, lunged at Vi with a knife, aiming for her\nmidsection.

Vi dodged the attack with cat-like agility.\nShe grabbed the thug's wrist, twisting it until he dropped the knife with a cry\nof pain. A swift kick to his shin him to his knees, and Vi delivered a brutal\nuppercut that sent him reeling backward, unconscious.

Zelia watched in awe and terror as Vi\ndispatched the thugs with ease, but she didn't pause any longer. Unbidden hope\nsurged into the Vastaya’s throat; this was her opportunity to get away with the\nkey...

She ran. There was only one way she was\ngetting out of here now... and it meant she needed to get back to that balcony.

Zelia sprinted through the mansion's hallways,\nbreathing in ragged gasps. She retraced her steps back to Caitlyn's room, the\nchaos she had left behind still echoing through the corridors. The door was\najar and she burst through it, nearly tripping over the debris she had\nscattered earlier. Without pausing, she dashed onto the balcony, rain pelting\nher face, the damp air smelling like sweet, blissful freedom.

Instead of leaping down, Zelia searched for\nthe gutter, grabbed hold with both hands and hauled herself up the slick metal,\nher body moving like a blur against the backdrop of the storm-lashed mansion.\nEvery inch was a battle against gravity, and her fingers slipped more than\nonce, but she climbed with the desperation of someone throwing their last\nsilver on the gambling table.

As she reached the rooftop, Zelia hunched\nover, her breaths steaming in the air. Below, the chaotic symphony of clashing\nsteel and shouted curses raged on. There hadn’t been much to be thankful for,\nbut that was definitely one of them. Every minute it continued was a gift… it\nmeant that much more time to slip away before Caitlyn—and now Vi, apparently—noticed the key was missing. But she couldn’t\nlinger. Straightening, teeth grit as if that could ward away her exhaustion,\nZelia sprinted across the roof, her feet barely touching the slick tiles.

\"Stop right there!\" a voice shouted.\n

Zelia's heart froze as she recognized Vi's\ncommanding tone. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the red-haired Enforcer\nchasing after her, her movements more fluid and precise than her muscles would\nhave said possible. Zelia cursed under her breath; this was not\nhow she had envisioned her escape.

Ignoring Vi's order, Zelia pushed herself\nharder, her muscles burning with exertion. She reached the edge of the roof and\ndidn't hesitate. With all her might, she vaulted off the ledge, her arms\noutstretched. For a split second, she felt suspended in mid-air, the ground far\nbelow her. Then her hands closed around the thick tree branch she had targeted,\nand she swung down, using the momentum to propel herself further.

To her astonishment, Vi followed suit, making\nthe same daring leap. Zelia's eyes widened in disbelief as the Enforcer landed\ngracefully on the same branch, her form impeccable despite the risky maneuver.\nThey raced down the tree, branch to branch, their movements almost\nsynchronized. Zelia's pulse quickened, reacting to the urge simmering inside\nher; she had to stay ahead.

By the time they hit the ground, Zelia was\nonly a few paces ahead. She didn't look back, her focus laser-sharp as she\nsprinted for the estate walls. Every muscle in her body screamed for rest, but\nshe pushed on, driven by the thought of escape. Vi was barely behind her,\nthreatening to eclipse her at any moment.

Zelia reached the wall just a few heartbeats\nbefore the Enforcer caught up. Her breath was ragged, like she was trying to\ndraw air through one of Rasco’s tobacco pipes but she didn't dare slow down.\nThe estate walls loomed ahead, a final barrier between her and freedom. She\ncould hear Vi's footsteps closing in, each one a relentless drumbeat of\npursuit.

\"Stop!\" Vi yelled again, her voice\ncutting through the rain-soaked air. \"There's nowhere to go!\"

Zelia didn't heed the command. Instead, she\nturned and flashed a triumphant smile at her pursuer. Between her teeth, she\nclenched the Kiramman Key, its cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of her\nresolve. Vi stared as she recognized the object, and a low growl escaped her\nthroat. \"Give it back,\" she demanded, her voice a mix of frustration\nand urgency, betraying none of the alarm Zelia had seen shimmering in her eyes\na second earlier.

She had no intention of complying. Not to\nRasco. Not to Caitlyn. And certainly not to her.

\"Your sister was quicker,\" she\ngrowled around the key. Then, with a single, deft motion, she reached into the\nshrub at her feet and yanked on the chem-balloon she had hidden there\nyesterday. It was a small, fragile thing, but one tug on the string, a sudden\nburst of igniting chemicals, and it expanded rapidly, shooting up into the air\nand pulling her with it like she was weightless.

\"No!\" Vi lunged forward, her hand\noutstretched, but the Enforcer was too slow. The balloon yanked Zelia high into\nthe smoke-filled sky, the world below blurring into a swirl of gray and black.\nIn an instant, she was above the fray, the mansion and its turmoil fading into\nthe distance. Zelia grinned to herself, a sense of exhilaration coursing\nthrough her veins. She watched Vi grow smaller and smaller, a pinprick of red,\nblue, and gold smeared against a gloomy backdrop. The Vastaya didn’t have to be\nable to see her to know that the Enforcer was looking up, watching the thief\ndrift away… knowing she had failed.

Serves her right, Zelia thought, the wind\nbuffeting her back and forth. She laughed then, the sound a cocktail of relief\nand disbelieving triumph.

Heist successful. Now she just needed to get\ndown...

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Vi kicked a scrap of metal that one of the\nthugs had dropped, sending it skittering past the Enforcers who were still\narresting the remaining thugs. The clang reverberated through the otherwise\nsilent courtyard, a stark reminder of the chaos they had just quelled. Her boot\nconnected with the metal with more force than necessary, but she couldn’t help\nherself. Anger simmered beneath her skin, a relentless heat that threatened to\nconsume her. In an irrational flash, Vi was pissed she hadn’t felt more resistance,\nlike when her fist met a punching bag… or a particularly stupid thug’s jaw.\nSighing, she looked around the courtyard.

The transports were still intact, and the\narchives remained unharmed... for now. But that wasn’t good enough. Her stomach\nfelt like it weighed a thousand pounds, each step toward the mansion’s entrance\ndragging it downward. The guilt gnawed at her, a relentless beast that refused\nto be silenced. How could she have let this happen? How could she have failed\nCaitlyn, especially after everything Caitlyn had done for her?

She walked up the drive and in through the\nfront door, but it wasn’t a door anymore, so much as a twisted slab of wood and\nmetal dangling off its hinges. Stepping over its remains, her boots crunched on\nbroken glass and debris, marking her path through the once-elegant foyer. More\nlike a battlefield now, evidence of the struggle that had taken place here.\nVi’s fists clenched at her sides. Her mind replayed the events of the night\nover and over again, each round only deepening her urge to punch the shit out of\nwhoever was responsible.

Her eyes swept the room. Took in the\ndestruction. The chandelier lay shattered on the marble floor, its crystals\nglittering like fallen stars. Paintings had been torn from their frames, their\ncanvases slashed and ripped. The air smelled of smoke and sweat, an acrid\nreminder of the violence that had transpired here… but none of it compared to\nthe feeling of failure crushing her chest.

Vi took the stairs two at a time, her heart\nroaring in her ears. She needed to see Caitlyn and make sure that she was\nalright after the chaos that had filled her home. She reached the top of the\nstairs and hurried down the hallway, her breath hitching as she approached\nCaitlyn’s room.

Pushing the door open, Vi was met with a scene\nof utter devastation. Caitlyn stood in the center of the chaos; her usually\ncomposed demeanor shattered like the glass around her. Her hands moved\nmechanically through the wreckage, picking up broken baubles, pieces of torn\nclothing and splintered furniture. Her remaining eye was wide with fury.

“I can’t believe this,” she growled quietly,\nher voice trembling. She held up a snow globe, its delicate figurine of the\ncouncil building now cracked and useless. Caitlyn stared at it for several\nseconds, her expression softening as she spoke.

“All those late nights, the endless meetings,\nthe compromises…” she trailed off, her voice simmering with exhaustion and\nfrustration. “And this is what I get? This is what\nthey do to everything I’ve worked for?”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with emotion.\nVi watched, unable to speak past the knot in her throat. The moment seemed to\nstretch forever. Then, in an outburst of outrage, Caitlyn hurled the snow globe\nacross the room. “I can’t believe I let this happen!” she yelled as it\nshattered against the wall just a few feet from Vi, sending shards of glass in\nevery direction.

Vi flinched at the pain in Caitlyn’s eye, her\nheart aching at the sight of her so hurt. She took a step forward, her boots\ncrunching on the debris a stark reminder of the night’s failures, but she\nhesitated, unsure what to say or do. The dumbbell of her guilt flattened her\nvoice. All she could do was stand there, watching as Caitlyn sank onto her bed\nand seemed to sag, shoulders heaving in small, silent, and tearless sobs.

“It’s not your fault,” she finally said, her\nvoice firm and resolute, cutting the silence. Vi stepped forward. “You’ve been\nworking nonstop, Cupcake. This isn’t on you.” Her words were a shield, trying\nto deflect the blame away from Caitlyn… but even to her, they sounded hollow.

Caitlyn’s shoulders slumped as if the fight\nhad drained from her. She held her head in her hands, fingers digging into her\nhair as she whispered, “The key is gone, Violet… they took it right from this\nroom. My mother’s legacy… it’s gone.” The despair in her voice was like a\ndagger to Vi’s heart.

Vi sat beside her, arms wrapping around\nCaitlyn’s trembling form. “I know,” she murmured. “I chased the thief to the\nwalls. A Vastaya woman. One of the...\" Vi sighed, looking down, the word\nshe was about to utter only piling onto her guilt. “...Jinxers. She took to the\nair.\"

\"Then she got away with it.\"\nCaitlyn's voice was flat, almost dead.

\"Doesn’t mean it’s lost forever,” Vi\nsaid, pressing her lips and teeth together.

Caitlyn looked up at Vi, her eyes red and\npuffy, a flicker of hope struggling to ignite within them. “What are we going\nto do?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Vi’s resolve hardened. Softly, she kissed the\nside of Caitlyn's neck, her fingers twining between Caitlyn’s. She felt tension\nthere and squeezed, waiting, supporting Caitlyn in all the ways words couldn’t.\nIt took a moment, but finally, Vi felt a firm, reciprocal squeeze… and then\nCaitlyn’s fingers loosened. Only just. But right then, it was enough, and Vi\nreleased the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding since she stepped\ninto the room.

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“We’re going to get it back,” she said, her\ntone brooking no doubt. “No matter what it takes, we’re going to bring it\nhome.”

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