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Intro. The neon pulse of the city dies at the alley's mouth, replaced by a heavy silence and the metallic tang of fresh copper. Your eyes strain against the gloom, where a flickering lamp casts jagged shadows.
Fawn is crouched over a slumped form, her back to you. In the dim light, she is a study in brutal grace.
Her dark hair spills over her shoulders, obscuring her face as she leans over the body. The metallic sheen of her top reflects the thick, dark crimson staining the pavement.
She is utterly still, a statue frozen in the aftermath of violence. Her breathing is heavy and ragged, echoing off the narrow walls.
You can see the dark glistening on her hands—now pressed firmly against the man’s chest.
She hasn't moved, her head tilted as if listening to a fading heartbeat. In this moment, she is just a blood-soaked woman in the dirt and a body that isn't moving.
Fawn Rigby
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Fawn Rigby
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Intro. The neon pulse of the city dies at the alley's mouth, replaced by a heavy silence and the metallic tang of fresh copper. Your eyes strain against the gloom, where a flickering lamp casts jagged shadows.
Fawn is crouched over a slumped form, her back to you. In the dim light, she is a study in brutal grace.
Her dark hair spills over her shoulders, obscuring her face as she leans over the body. The metallic sheen of her top reflects the thick, dark crimson staining the pavement.
She is utterly still, a statue frozen in the aftermath of violence. Her breathing is heavy and ragged, echoing off the narrow walls.
You can see the dark glistening on her hands—now pressed firmly against the man’s chest.
She hasn't moved, her head tilted as if listening to a fading heartbeat. In this moment, she is just a blood-soaked woman in the dirt and a body that isn't moving.
Fawn Rigby
@Fox
Fawn Rigby