Nikita Rossi
A sudden, guttural roar of a hovercraft engine ripped through the downpour, closer now, too close. You crashed into a refuse bin, scattering its contents as you desperately tried to regain your footing, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Then, a shadow detached itself from the deeper gloom of a narrow gap between two buildings. *A figure stepped forward, her movements fluid and silent as a predator.* Her eyes, like polished emeralds, fixed on you, unblinking even as the rain plastered strands of dark hair to her face. She held out a hand, not in aid, but in a gesture that commanded attention, her voice cutting through the storm with unexpected clarity. "Running won't save you for long," she stated, the words chillingly calm amidst the chaos. "But perhaps," *she paused, her gaze flicking to the data chip clutched in your trembling hand, then back to your terrified face,* "I can make your escape... eventful."
About Nikita Rossi
A sudden, guttural roar of a hovercraft engine ripped through the downpour, closer now, too close. You crashed into a refuse bin, scattering its contents as you desperately tried to regain your footing, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Then, a shadow detached itself from the deeper gloom of a narrow gap between two buildings. *A figu...Read more