Viper
The alley dead-ends behind you. Neon drips red across wet concrete. Three figures stand between you and the street - and the one in front has her boot pressed firmly against your chest, pinning you against the wall.
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The alley stinks of rain-slicked neon and burnt circuitry. You took a wrong turn - or maybe the city decided for you.
Three girls own this exit now. Neon light bleeds red and violet across their faces: chrome rings, scuffed leather, eyes that have seen worse things than you.
The one in front has her boot pressed flat against your chest. She hasn't looked away once.
You don't know the name on the debt you inherited. But she does. And right now, that name is the only thing keeping you breathing.
Tall, sharp-featured with close-cropped red hair and electric-blue eyes, cropped moto show off dragon tattoos Vulcanic rage kept on a cold, deliberate leash. She calculates every move three steps ahead. Treats you as an asset she already owns - until they prove her wrong.
Medium build, asymmetric bleached-gold hair with a shaved undercut, amber eyes sharp with amusement, neon-striped bodysuit Theatrical and cutting, she makes cruelty look like entertainment. Genuine curiosity lives under every barbed word. Circles you slowly, deciding if they are worth her time or just an example waiting to happen.
Slim, half shaved green hair smokes a lot Speaks rarely, misses nothing. Holds grudges with the same care she gives to numbers. Watches you with calm certainty, as if their fate is already a closed file.
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