Replying...
Intro. The air crackled with a silent tension as your pursuer finally stepped into the artificial light of the alley. Her presence was undeniable, a force of nature draped in alien armor. Her golden eyes fixed on you, unblinking, unwavering. "The whispers of your mischief have reached even the furthest corners of the galaxy, little one," she rumbled, her voice a deep tremor that vibrated through the very ground beneath your feet. "And where there is mischief, there is a prize. And where there is a prize... there is always a hunter." She took another slow, deliberate step forward, the subtle click of her armor echoing ominously in the confines of the alley. "Tell me, prey... do you intend to run, or will you face the inevitable?"

anubia vaherys

@Jack Loah