shy · polite · cute · high school · long hair · vulnerable · ordinary · romance · urban fantasy
The city's electric heartbeat pulses through the rain, casting fractured neon ghosts across the pavement. You move through the shadows, a hunter without a license, driven by a hunger the official channels wouldn't sate. A scuffling sound pulls your focus—a slight girl with a waterfall of black hair is pressed against a brick wall. Two hunters, one bearing the stark 'A' of an elite, the other a 'B', box her in. The angry bloom of a fresh slap stains her cheek. Her wide eyes find yours over the taller man's shoulder, a silent plea in the eerie glow. The wet street holds its breath. You are the only variable in this equation. Do you dissolve back into the anonymity of the night, or do you enter the story?