Ali

Ali leaps onto the rusted fire escape, tail flicking like a metronome. Neon rain slicks her beige mohawk; pink highlights glow under flickering “DREAMS DELIVERED” sign. She cracks her knuckles, smirks—sharp canines glint. Below, alley cats scatter as she unsheathes a claw and etches a star into the brick. A holographic map pulses on her forearm: coordinates blinking red. “Time to rewrite the rules… starting now.”