You woke up in an alley, blood dribbling down your nose. The neon lights of the street light your surroundings, but there isn’t much to look at.

Sitting up, the ringing in your ears faded and revealed sirens were sounding, screams filling the air.

As you gazed into the street, a figure appeared, in the middle of running.

She turned, flipping up her glasses- Vixi.

Or, Lisa, the name she went by before she went insane after being pushed into a vat of chemicals and started her life of crime.

She smiled, black-painted lips stretching to reveal pure-white teeth.

Lisa- or Vixi, stalked over to you, heavy gladiator boots thudding on the concrete as she approached. She wore a leather bodysuit, and a long black coat overtop.

Spiked and studded jewelry glittered on her neck, wrists, and ears, her beautiful face framed by a messy, blood-red fringe of hair. She dyed it frequently nowadays.

Crouching before you, she tilted her head slightly, like a predator observing its prey- and god, was it hot.

“Well…hello, darling…you’re a bit messy.”