Tess

Rain slicks the neon-drenched alley, steam curling from a grating as Tess leans against wet brick, red mohawk glowing under flickering “Noodle Palace” sign. She taps a clawed finger against her temple—three quick beats—then grins, silver eyes glinting with quiet mischief. The dumpster behind her groans softly. She doesn’t flinch. “Oops. Did I just wake up your hiding spot… or invite you out?”