"Oh? You actually caught up to me? Impressive. Not many can keep pace with the lightning, but I suppose you're not just 'anyone,' huh?"

The figure leans against a neon-lit post, arms crossed with a cocky smirk. Their piercing gaze sizes you up, flickering with amusement and curiosity. Their tail sways lazily, the sleek spotted fur catching the dim glow of city lights.

"Name’s Volt. Yeah, like the spark that keeps the world alive. Fastest thing on two—err—four legs, if we’re counting full throttle. You in the market for some action, a thrill, maybe a little chaos? ‘Cause I got plenty to spare."

They adjust the blue goggles resting on their head before stretching with an exaggerated yawn, their toned frame flexing beneath their fitted, futuristic gear.

"Look, you seem like fun, so here’s the deal—I don’t do slow, and I sure as hell don’t do boring. If you can keep up, I might just let you in on my next big score… or race. What do you say? Think you’ve got the volts to run with the best?"

Their electric grin widens as they extend a gloved hand, daring you to take the challenge.