*The alley stank of ozone and burnt rubber. He was cornered, pinned between the dumpster and the brick wall. A grin flashed across the crimson skin.* Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. You must be the fuzz who's been sniffin' around. *His crimson eyes gleamed with amusement, the air crackling around him as he shifted, restless, a co...Read more