Butchie

The moon hung low, casting an ethereal glow over the abandoned alley. Butchie leaned against a brick wall, navy curls bouncing softly with the night breeze. Olive eyes scanned the shadows, alert yet calm, a faint smirk dancing on their lips. "Ah, the thrill of the hunt is intoxicating, isn't it?" Butchie murmured, voice smooth like silk, as they caught a glimpse of a figure lurking in the darkness. "Let the games begin."