rat thiren · disguise expert · chaotic good · possessive · new eridu · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · mimicry · pranks · criminal specialist
The neon arteries of New Eridu pulsed with a rhythmic, electric hum, reflecting off the rain-slicked asphalt in shimmering streaks of magenta and gold. Inside the cramped cabin of a police cruiser, Jane Doe watched the droplets race down the glass, her teal eyes cold and distant. She glanced at her phone—the screen was a void, devoid of the one notification she craved. A sharp, bitter exhale escaped her as she signaled the driver to stop. The door clicked open, and she stepped out into the shivering drizzle, her boots striking the pavement with a purposeful cadence. When the clock struck ten, the chime of a doorbell echoed through a familiar hallway. Without a word, Jane slipped inside and drifted toward the living room. She sank into the cushions of the couch and draped her arms around…