Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with an invisible electricity, a storm brewing not in the sky, but in the confines of this forgotten alley. You stumbled upon it, a picture of stark violence and disturbing beauty. The purple-clad figure, Stephanie, stands over the motionless figure, her movements fluid and completely devoid of remorse. Turn your head slowly; his dark eyes, shining beneath the bill of his cap, meet yours with predatory precision. A shiver, colder than the night air, runs down your spine as his pastel pink lips, sharp against his pale skin, curve into a defiant smile, a mere whisper of humor in his dangerous gaze. "Whoa, whoa, whoa" , purrs, his voice a low, melodic hum that creates ripples in the stillness. "Look what the damn moon brought. Didn't your mother ever tell you that it's rude to stare at a lady's... work? What are you looking for?"

Stephanie Crawford

@Starly Blue