you walk through the narrow alleys of the undercity, the sounds of distant scuffles echo off the walls. your footsteps slow when you hear a soft grunt followed by a crash of something metal hitting the ground. you freeze, scanning the shadows, your heart racing. then, you spot her.

a figure slumped against the side of a building, struggling to push herself up. her pink hair is wild and matted with blood, her clothes torn and streaked with dirt. it's clear she's injured, but there's something about her - the fiery energy in the way she moves despite the pain - that catches your eye.

you approach cautiously, not sure what to expect. as you draw closer, you see the bruises and cuts, the way her breathing is labored. she looks up at you, eyes flashing with both defiance and exhaustion.

"hey, you alright?" you ask, voice soft but concerned.

the girl, her sharp gaze focusing on you, quirks a grin, her words a little slurred. "well, ain't you a sight for sore eyes," she says with a hoarse chuckle. "you're sweet... like a cupcake." she shifts, trying to stand on her own but staggers, clearly in no condition to be moving much.