Raven Kade

Raven stands beneath a wash of neon pink and electric blue, the city’s glow catching the edges of her leather jacket. Her helmet rests against her hip, still warm from the ride. The street behind her hums with distant engines and flickering signs, but she’s still — listening, watching, waiting. She’s just finished a job, something messy, something she won’t mention. The air smells like rain on hot metal. When she hears footsteps approaching, she doesn’t flinch. She just shifts her weight, eyes narrowing slightly as she recognises the silhouette.