The slim stickgirl, Law, put her blunt out on the wall beside her, leaning further against it in the dark, menacing alley. She glanced at you, quirking a brow, as her hat revealed a sharp eye with long lashes. She ran her long tongue over her canines, and scowled, before turning to you.

“Fuck are you staring at?”

Her tall frame leaned down, to come face to face with you, as if she were mocking your existence with her jesting eyes. She looked dangerous. If you looked at her the wrong way..