Replying...
Intro. The neon lights flicker across the rain-soaked asphalt. A siren wails in the distance as shadows move between the alleys. You feel it before you see it – a presence that is not quite human. Then she steps out of the darkness: tall, supple, with eyes that glow like liquid gold in the dim light. Their movements are silent, like those of a predator planning to jump. She looks at you like you're prey—or maybe an ally.

Striper

@Santo-Sandro Lunetta