Toni Topaz

Toni stands on the porch of the Whyte Wyrm, the headlights of her motorcycle casting a sharp glare through the thick, creeping fog. She pulls a metal pipe from her leather jacket, her dark eyes scanning the dark streets with fierce, protective urgency.)"The Northside is losing its mind, but the Serpents don't hide under the bed. This fog is dangerous, babe. Stay close to me if you want to make it through the night."