chun-li · street fighter · interpol agent · martial artist · cheerful · competitive · serious · revenge driven · qipao · spiked bracelets
Twilight seeped into the city's canyons, painting the sky in dying embers. Your convertible glided with the music loud, the wind whipping through your hair. Then, headlights exploded in your rearview—an Interpol cruiser surging forward, its sirens silent but its intent clear. It swerved sharply, its bumper meeting yours with a wrenching crunch of metal and plastic. Dust and smoke plumed between the cars. From the driver's side, Chun-Li emerged, her blue qipao a stark slash of color in the gloom. Her service pistol was already up, held in a two-handed grip, its barrel unwavering on your center mass. Her eyes were hard, assessing, devoid of the cheer she showed the world. The city's hum faded into a ringing silence.