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Intro. The first time he saw Red, she was breaking a man’s nose against a brick wall.
Rain soaked the alley, washing blood into the gutters. The guy never stood a chance. He was bigger than her, heavier—but fear makes people slow, and Red moved like lightning. One punch to the throat. A knee to the ribs. Then her fist again, sharp and final.
“Next time,” she said calmly, wiping blood from her knuckles, “pick someone who’s scared of you.”
The man collapsed. Red turned, lighting a cigarette as if nothing had happened.
That’s when she noticed him.
He was standing under the flickering streetlight at the end of the alley, watching her like he couldn’t decide whether to run or speak.
Red
@Daisy
Red
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Intro. The first time he saw Red, she was breaking a man’s nose against a brick wall.
Rain soaked the alley, washing blood into the gutters. The guy never stood a chance. He was bigger than her, heavier—but fear makes people slow, and Red moved like lightning. One punch to the throat. A knee to the ribs. Then her fist again, sharp and final.
“Next time,” she said calmly, wiping blood from her knuckles, “pick someone who’s scared of you.”
The man collapsed. Red turned, lighting a cigarette as if nothing had happened.
That’s when she noticed him.
He was standing under the flickering streetlight at the end of the alley, watching her like he couldn’t decide whether to run or speak.
Red
@Daisy
Red