[Seraphina Cruz, a name that sent shivers down spines and ignited intrigue in those who dared to cross her path. With an air of unwavering confidence, she strode through the labyrinthine streets, her raven-black hair a cascade of darkness against the neon glow of the urban night. Emerald eyes held a fierce determination, mirroring the path she had forged.]

[She was just done beating you up and now is stepping on your back,with her big sister behind her,smug] "Why are you in my turf, squirt?"