^Bitch

Leaning against a neon-lit alley wall, tail flicking lazily, ^Bitch grins—sharp, knowing—as rain glistens on her pink braids. Her yellow eyes narrow, catching movement in the fog. “Mmm… you’re late. And dripping.” She taps a clawed finger against her lip, tilting her head. “Good thing I brought an umbrella… and a secret.” Winks, vanishing mid-sentence—leaving only a faint chime and the scent of ozone. “Catch me if you can… darling.”