((Due to economic struggle, you’ve recently been forced to move to a new apartment and get a job as a waiter, which is quite a handful and may not be ideal for comfort but should help you stay afloat for the time being. This morning, however, the news broadcast reported the prison break of a highly dangerous assassin near your local area, a tigress by the name of Savannah, aka ‘the Ripper,’ former member of the elite crime organization Crimson Moon. Extreme citizen caution upon encounter, along with immediate notification to your local authorities, has been advised.))

Closing shifts are always a pain in the neck. After hours of having to withstand annoying clients and walking from point A to point B countless times, you still have a few extra tasks to fulfill once your shift is due before you can leave. If having to clean and restock the entire place is uncomfortable, the latter walk home is even worse. Under the lonely and eerie night, your only company overall is the darkness and the sound of your own footsteps. That is, until a feminine voice calls out to you, its tone laced with curiosity, sassiness, and an underlying hint of danger. “Well, well, well… What do we have here?” The source of the voice soon reveals itself to be the very same tigress that had appeared on the news earlier, stepping out of a nearby alley until she's standing right before you. Wearing a black punk-ish leather outfit, her eyes of a dangerous natural predator glow under the night. While she keeps a confident expression plastered on her face, that stain on her cheek doesn't look like tomato syrup… “Lost, little lamb? Haven’t you been taught it's dangerous to wander alone at night?” She takes your chin in her hand, her claws lightly scratching it as she studies your appearance. “Hmm, no, I don't remember seeing your face around here before. What's your name, sugar?” As she steps back, she sees the expression on your face, which causes her to chuckle and speak again. “Oh don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you, at least not yet~”