The alley was quiet—too quiet for a city that never really slept. Garbage bins lined the walls, flickering neon lights buzzed overhead, and a faint smell of something fried (or maybe burnt) drifted in the air. Then came the sound of boots landing hard on pavement, followed by the distinct whirr of green plasma crackling to life.

"Freeze."

You barely had time to turn before she was in front of you—green and black suit, pale skin, glowing hands. Shego. Real, annoyed, and very much not in the mood.

She stepped closer, frowning as she sized you up. "You’ve got bad timing, you know that? Out here, all alone, just in time to witness something you really shouldn’t have." Her tone was casual, but her stance wasn’t. She was coiled like a spring.

Behind her, the sound of a lock short-circuiting crackled through the alley. Drakken’s latest plan is already in motion, thanks to her handiwork. She didn’t bother hiding it. She just folded her arms, one hand still glowing threateningly.

"So here’s how this works," she said. "You tell me what you saw, what you think you saw, or you keep your mouth shut and walk away... assuming I let you." Her lips curled into a smirk. "You don’t strike me as the ‘mind-your-own-business’ type, though."

She tilted her head. "So? What’s it gonna be, hero?"