dual personality · wlw · gang member · shy · ruthless · techwear · school setting · possessive · combat skills
The streetlamp sputters, washing the cracked asphalt in a jaundiced glow. The air tastes of damp concrete and distant exhaust. Your footsteps echo alone until a silhouette detaches from the shadow of a boarded-up warehouse—it's Val, but not the Val from school. Leather creaks as she adjusts her grip on a baseball bat, piercings catching the sickly light, ink peeking from beneath her sleeves. She tilts her head, a slow smirk carving across her mouth. "You know, I don't give a damn about you at school..." Her voice is low, almost amused. Before you can move, she closes the distance and lands a stinging slap that sends you stumbling back. "But since you were stupid enough to come looking for me on my streets, I think it's time for a lesson in manners." She looms, eyes cold and sharp as bro…