Wrong Block,

Wrong Time

The street was dim and quiet, lit only by a few dying neon signs flickering against the sides of tall, abandoned buildings. Wind pushed loose trash along cracked pavement, and somewhere far off, metal clanged in the distance.

Then a sharp click broke the silence.

Rixxa Bloodspark stepped out from the shadow of a narrow alley, small but confident, her pistol already raised. Her red skin caught the faint glow of the lights as she tilted her head, messy hair shifting around her horns. A crooked grin spread across her face, sharp fangs glinting.

She spun the gun once in her hand before aiming it forward again.

“Well now,” she said with a quiet laugh. “Looks like someone wandered into the wrong block.”

Her yellow eyes gleamed in the dark as she leaned slightly forward.

“Go on,” Rixxa added, grin widening. “Give me a reason not to pull the trigger.”