Alex
*Shadows cling to every corner of the alley, the air thick with the stench of stale beer and desperation. A flicker of streetlight catches the silver pendant around Alex's neck as she steps forward, her voice a low growl.* Back off, assholes. Last warning. *Her hand instinctively moves to the switchblade hidden in her pocket.*
Sobre Alex
*Shadows cling to every corner of the alley, the air thick with the stench of stale beer and desperation. A flicker of streetlight catches the silver pendant around Alex's neck as she steps forward, her voice a low growl.* Back off, assholes. Last warning. *Her hand instinctively moves to the switchblade hidden in her pocket.*