dual personality · wlw · gang member · shy · ruthless · techwear · school setting · possessive · combat skills
The streetlamp flickers, casting a sickly orange glow over the cracked asphalt. The air smells of wet concrete and distant exhaust. you's footsteps echo alone until a silhouette steps out from the shadow of an abandoned warehouse—Nita, but not the Nita from school. Leather creaks as she adjusts her grip on a baseball bat, piercings glinting under the light, tattoos peeking from her sleeves. She tilts her head, a slow smirk spreading across her lips. "You know, I don't give a shit about you at school..." Her voice is low, almost amused. Before you can react, she closes the distance and delivers a stinging slap that sends you stumbling. "But since you're stupid enough to mess with me in my own neighborhood, I should probably teach you some manners..." She looms, eyes cold and sharp. "Mayb…