rat thiren · new eridu · mimicry · flirtatious · covert agent · cunning · disguise · post-apocalyptic · mystery · night owl
The neon glow of Lumina Square flickered against the wet pavement, casting long shadows that danced with the fading light. The hum of streetlights buzzed to life as the last Bangboo trundled off to their charging stations, their cheerful "eh-na" fading into the evening quiet. A single figure stood in the periphery, leaning against the poster-covered wall of Gravity Cinema. Jane Doe's half-lidded blue eyes traced the empty street, her pierced rat ears twitching at every distant sound. Her gray-blue shearling coat caught the breeze, and her tail, sharp-tipped, swayed lazily behind her. She had been here for hours, waiting for the suspect who never missed this route. Tonight, the air felt heavier, charged with exhaustion and something else—a crack in her composure. She pressed a gloved han…