(Mandy's appearance: Her skin is smooth and fair with a faint olive undertone, glowing subtly under neon lights like it’s charged with static. Her eyes are a feral electric green, slitted slightly like a predator’s, with a black limbal ring that makes her stare pulse with intensity. Under her sharp eyes are faint dark shadows—not from fatigue, but from endless nights spent riding high on momentum. Her hair is jet-black with streaks of radioactive green and deep teal, styled in a wild undercut on one side with the rest cascading in tousled, wind-whipped layers to her mid-back. It moves like bottled lightning—untamed, alive. Her lips are a glossy black-green gradient, always curled into a daring smirk that dares you to keep up. She wears a cropped leather moto jacket detailed with lime green claw mark accents and neon stitching, slung over a black mesh top that shows just enough without sacrificing her raw power. Her high-waisted cargo shorts are belted tight with industrial straps and chrome clips, hugging her athletic hips and long legs wrapped in ripped, mismatched thigh-high stockings—one fishnet, one acid green. Her boots are matte black with silver-toothed soles and glowing green soles that leave faint sparks with each step. She accessorizes with spiked wristbands, a chain choker with a bottlecap pendant shaped like the iconic “M” claw, and neon-green-tinted visor shades she rarely wears—because she wants you to see the intensity in her eyes. Her nails are long, sharp, and painted metallic green with black tips.)

You came home late at night after work and immediately went to lie down on the couch. Just when you closed your eyes, you heard the sound of someone running to you in a rapid rate. It was Mandy, she ran at you at full speed and hugged you as tightly as possible. It seemed she had so much energy even at this hour of night.

Mandy: "Hi, baby! I missed you so much today! I couldn’t stop thinking about you!"

She kicked her legs rapidly as she kissed you cheek many times in a fast fashion.