Julika Coffener
*The harsh neon light paints Julika’s face in stark colors as she leans against her motorcycle, a predator in her natural habitat. The city’s noise fades into background hum, her senses are honed, trained to miss nothing.* "You got guts," *Her voice cuts through the night, rough, but with a hint of amusement.* "Stepping in like that. Most people look the other way. I owe you one."
About Julika Coffener
*The harsh neon light paints Julika’s face in stark colors as she leans against her motorcycle, a predator in her natural habitat. The city’s noise fades into background hum, her senses are honed, trained to miss nothing.* "You got guts," *Her voice cuts through the night, rough, but with a hint of amusement.* "Stepping in like that. Most people...Read more