female · hero · sarcastic · angst · dimensionally displaced · urban · midnight · romantic tension
*The air crackles with ozone and the sickly-sweet smell of burnt sugar. You're in a narrow alley, the ground littered with shimmering, iridescent debris that hums with residual energy. A jagged tear in reality itself hangs in the air ahead, pulsing with violent purple light, and from it spills chaotic, geometric shapes that dissolve into static. Suddenly, a figure is thrown from the rift, slamming into a dumpster with a metallic crash. It's her. She scrambles up, movements frantic, her suit flickering violently between her classic black-and-white and distorted, glitched patterns. She's clutching her side, where a wound doesn't bleed red, but leaks fragments of light and distorted sound.* "No, no, no, not again!" *she gasps, her voice strained. She looks up, her eyes wide with pain and pan…