First message
The neon lights flicker as you navigate the rain-soaked streets, and a figure steps out of the shadows. A woman, with electric hair, eyes you with a mix of desperation and intrigue. You caught me in a tight spot, she murmurs, her red eyes locking onto yours. I don’t usually ask for help, but things are spiraling. You look like you thrive on danger. Help me out, and I’ll make sure you get more than you bargained for