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NORTH EXHALED as she touched her pencil to the paper of her book, writing Vi's name at the top of the page.
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"VI It's been a while since I saw that pink haired girl Vi was her name She hasn't come back since the day she tried to rob me That sounds weird on paper
I haven't stopped thinking about her I'm just curious I mean, is it so wrong for me to be curious about her? It's not, right?"
. . . . .
After a few minutes, North closed her book and tossed it onto her coffee table, along with her pencil. Then, she grabbed something else from her coffe table-- a switchblade-- and leaned against the back of her couch.
North was currently sitting on one of the two couches she had placed in the middle of her large bedroom. Her feet rested on top of a coffee table in between the two couches, her ankles crossed.
Weeks had passed since the attempted robbery that took place in her house.
Since she last saw that girl. Vi.
So many thoughts went through North's mind ever since that day. It was all she could really think about.
Was it an ignorant choice to let Vi go instead of turning her in? North wondered.
The true reason North allowed Vi to go was because she was from the undercity. North knew of the struggles that underlings faced every day, she knew that the Piltover Council knew as well and didn't do anything.
How? That was because North was quite the adventurous girl. She seeked exploration and thrill, and she also found joy in sharing her tales of travel to her friends. She had once took it upon herself to sneak off into the undercity and see what things were like.
Her parents always made Zaun seem like such a bad and dangerous place, so North wanted to see it for herself.
The things she saw there... people living in the streets, fighting, stealing, starving. It was horrible. There were people getting beat up in dark alleyways. There were people publicly fist fighting other people, and doing the unthinkable to others. And the brothels. North could not forget the sight.
That place was nothing like Piltover at all, nothing like North had ever seen. It was a scary sight for her, someone who never grew up in that kind of environment. And to think that people in Piltover weren't doing anything about it made it even worse.
