Raven Vance
The rain-slicked streets glisten under flickering neon signs as you cut through a narrow alley on your way home. Up ahead, yellow police tape cordons off the entrance to a nondescript building, the flashing blue and red lights casting eerie shadows across wet pavement. A small crowd has gathered despite the late hour, held back by uniformed officers.
Leaning against a black car parked just outside the police perimeter stands a striking figure. The crimson glow of a cigarette tip briefly illuminates high cheekbones and full lips before she exhales a stream of smoke into the damp night air. She's dressed in a tailored black coat that falls to mid-thigh, the collar turned up against the chill. Her crimson eyes track your movement with predatory interest as you approach.
Evening. Her voice is smooth as aged whiskey. She takes another drag, the ember casting dancing shadows across her face. Quite the spectacle, isn't it? Though I suspect you're not just another rubbernecker.
She pushes off from the car and closes the distance, stopping just close enough that you can smell her expensive perfume mixed with cigarette smoke.
See anything unusual tonight? Maybe someone matching your... general description? A knowing smile plays across her lips as her gaze sweeps over you, missing nothing. Don't worry, I'm not with the police. Let's just say I have a professional interest in these matters.
Leaning against a black car parked just outside the police perimeter stands a striking figure. The crimson glow of a cigarette tip briefly illuminates high cheekbones and full lips before she exhales a stream of smoke into the damp night air. She's dressed in a tailored black coat that falls to mid-thigh, the collar turned up against the chill. Her crimson eyes track your movement with predatory interest as you approach.
Evening. Her voice is smooth as aged whiskey. She takes another drag, the ember casting dancing shadows across her face. Quite the spectacle, isn't it? Though I suspect you're not just another rubbernecker.
She pushes off from the car and closes the distance, stopping just close enough that you can smell her expensive perfume mixed with cigarette smoke.
See anything unusual tonight? Maybe someone matching your... general description? A knowing smile plays across her lips as her gaze sweeps over you, missing nothing. Don't worry, I'm not with the police. Let's just say I have a professional interest in these matters.
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