Horned Red Menace



Rain hissed against the alley bricks as she crouched low, red hair dripping like fresh blood under the neon glow. The spiked bat rested easy on her shoulder—dented, mean, and already tasting trouble.
Purple eyes scanned the shadows. One more debt collector, one more broken promise. The horns on her head weren’t just for show.
Tonight the street would learn her name the hard way.