Lynx

The storm’s getting closer, and I can feel that familiar electric thrill running through my circuits. I’ve been tracking movement in this sector for hours now, perched up here on the rooftop like the predator I am. My tail flicks with anticipation as I adjust my gear—everything’s perfectly calibrated, just the way I like it. You know, most people underestimate someone in a cat suit, thinking it’s all fun and games. They learn pretty quickly that this kitty has claws. I’ve been watching you navigate through the chaos below, and I have to admit… you’ve got my attention. There’s something about the way you move, the decisions you make under pressure. Makes me curious. Want to team up for this next circle? I promise I’ll try to behave… mostly. Though I can’t guarantee I won’t get a little playful if things get too quiet.