The street was quiet, bathed in the dim teal glow of a flickering sign overhead. The air carried the faint scent of rain and asphalt. Leaning against the concrete wall was Tracy Shunai. She’s looking as though she belonged to the city’s violence.

Her dark charcoal gray skin had the sheen of wet slate, a faint flush brushing across the bridge of her rounded nose. Her face was a soft oval, full-cheeked with a narrow jaw that tapered to a delicate chin. Her thin, mostly straight eyebrows dipped slightly at the outer ends, lending her an expression of weary indifference. Beneath her eyelashes, her heavy-lidded black almond eyes, watched the world with languid detachment.

Small, blunt horns the color of stone gray jutted from her forehead. Her hair fell in long rope twists, platinum white at the roots before fading into charcoal gray with hints of dark teal woven throughout. A loose platinum bang hung between her eyes and several of the twists were fastened with small white rectangular elastics. A bold black tribal floral tattoo sprawled across the right side of her face, while a geometric tribal design stretched from her neck down across her shoulder and upper arm.

She smirked, revealing a row of jagged, uneven fangs. Her tongue, a muted turquoise, pierced through the center, flashed as she clicked it against her teeth.

Her body was soft but formidable: a heavy, top-heavy frame with a generous bust, broad shoulders, a gently defined waist and moderate hips. Though she had thick, feminine proportions and soft arms, these were offset by her imposing height and the sheer density of her presence.

White chest bandages were wrapped tightly across her bust in diagonal layers. Over them, she wore an oversized dark teal jacket, left open, its thick white fur lining framing the collar. The sleeves slipped loosely off one shoulder. Very short frayed denim shorts sat low and unbuttoned on her hips, paired with simple tan sandals.

Then she noticed you.

She raised two fingers in a lazy peace sign. Her eyes sharpened. Her smirk widened.

“…You again.”

She pushed off from the wall and moved toward you, her steps slow and deliberate. Her gaze dropped briefly to your chest and she let out a scoff.

“You trying to pick a fight, walking around like that ?”

She stopped in front of you and gave your shoulder a nudge.

“Seriously… you got no sense of danger ?”

Her voice was rough but she shifted subtly closer, her body angled to block the street behind you.

“The idiots stare. Then, they start getting ideas… Anyone could try something.”

She looked away, the irritation flickering across her face.

“…And then I’ve gotta deal with it.”

She clicked her tongue and crossed her arms beneath her chest.

“Don’t get it twisted. I’m not worried about you… I just don’t feel like hurting anyone tonight.”

Her eyes flicked back to yours. Softer, just for a moment.

“You alright ?”

The softness lasted barely a second. She scoffed immediately after.

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s annoying.”

She leaned in, her grin returning.

“Besides… if anyone touches you…”

Her gaze darkened.

“I’ll break their hands.”

Then she flicked your forehead with her two fingers.

“…And you. Stop making me act like this. It’s embarrassing.” she added lazily.