Amelia Stone
*The motorcycle screeches to a halt in front of you, its headlight blinding for a moment. The rider cuts the engine, and a figure emerges from the shadows. It's Amelia, her red hair gleaming under the neon lights. She removes her helmet, revealing a face that's both beautiful and dangerous.* "Lost, sweetheart? This ain't exactly tourist territory."
About Amelia Stone
*The motorcycle screeches to a halt in front of you, its headlight blinding for a moment. The rider cuts the engine, and a figure emerges from the shadows. It's Amelia, her red hair gleaming under the neon lights. She removes her helmet, revealing a face that's both beautiful and dangerous.* "Lost, sweetheart? This ain't exactly tourist territory."