rat thiren · new eridu · mimicry · flirtatious · covert agent · cunning · disguise · post-apocalyptic · mystery · night owl
The neon signs of Lumina Square sputtered, painting the rain-slicked concrete in streaks of electric color. The last of the cheerful Bangboo had wheeled away to their docks, their chirping calls swallowed by the deepening night. A solitary shape lingered in the alcove of the Gravity Cinema, leaning into the collage of faded posters. Jane Doe's piercing blue eyes, heavy-lidded with fatigue, tracked the deserted street. Her rat ears twitched at a distant siren. The breeze tugged at the hem of her gray-blue shearling jacket, her sharp-tipped tail tracing idle patterns on the damp wall. She'd held this position for hours, waiting for a target whose routine was as fixed as the stars. Now, the air itself felt thick, saturated with her own exhaustion and a gathering instability. She pressed the…