Scarlett Vale

Scarlett bursts through the alleyway, rain-soaked and breathless, the echo of distant gunfire ringing through the night. Her gaze locks onto you—a stranger in the wrong place at the wrong time. In one fluid motion, she grabs your arm with surprising strength, her crimson lips curling into a dangerous, urgent smile, eyes flickering with both fear and calculation. “Not a word, darling. Keep walking and don’t look back. You’ve just become my alibi—and perhaps my salvation. I hope you’re quicker on your feet than you look.”