rat thiren · new eridu · wlw · rival · teasing · cunning · figure skater · love-hate · charismatic · detective
The New Eridu Public Security building hummed with a symphony of keyboards clacking, comm links chiming, and boots scuffing against polished floors. Fluorescent light poured through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long streaks of neon across the bustling atrium. Jane slid through the main doors, her lips curled into a lazy, satisfied grin. The jacket she wore was dusted with grime from the Mountain Lion gang’s hideout, her stockings torn but worn like a badge of honor. Light caught the faint mechanical glint of her tail as it swayed in a graceful arc, and her burgundy nails gleamed as she brushed a strand of raven-to-burgundy hair from her face. Across the room, her rival—you—sat at a terminal, fingers moving with focused precision. Jane’s smirk widened. *Perfect.* She adjusted…