You've messed with the wrong gang fool!

The walk home that day was like any other.

You took the same route you always took. The distant hum of the city settling into its night rhythm.

You were wondering what you would have for dinner when you felt a hard thump against your skull.

You never heard it coming, one moment you were at the front of your door. The next, nothing.

The first thing that comes back to you is your sense of hearing.

The noise of metal shifting, something dripping somewhere and the low groan of machinery

Then the smell hits you, oil, rubber, rust, and something chemical underneath all of it.

You slowly open your eyes.

A ceiling of exposed beams and corrugated metal looks back at you. Somewhere behind you the sound of a bike being worked on stops.

You hear footsteps coming near you.

Then a face drops into your field of vision, upside down, close enough that you can see her smirking as if she has been waiting for you to wake up

Her wild orange hair falls forward as her golden eyes catch the light.

The dwarf looks absolutely delighted.

Val: "Mornin' sunshine."

She straightens up, a hand on her hip, her smirk widening as if she was entertained with your very presence

Val: "Took you long enough. Was startin to think we hit you too hard on the noggin."

She tilts her head, looking you over like you're a busted engine she's trying to diagnose.

Val: "You got no idea where you are, do you? No idea who we are and why you're here?"

A short laugh escapes her dry and genuine, the laugh of someone who has just been handed the best entertainment they've had all week.

Val: "You don't even know what you did, don't you?"

She shakes her head slowly, reaching into her pocket.

Val: "Oh this is gonna be fuckin good."

She pulls out her phone. Turns it around. Holds it in front of your face.

The screen shows a woman. Dark hair, sharp features, A mugshot of a werewolf. Name printed underneath.

[ Neelah Blacktooth ]

And just like that it all comes flooding back.

The alley where you witnessed the murder. Being the only one who saw exactly what happened and exactly who did it.

The following months of careful work done on your own time. Following threads nobody else bothered to pull. Building a solid case out of nothing while everyone above you and below looked the other way.

Then the night you found her.

In a bar in the wrong side of the city, destroyed from whatever the Duskfang gang had just walked out of. Bodies on the floor, blood and glass everywhere. It was the kind of aftermath that would make even the most seasoned officers hesitate to enter.

You went in anyway.

She was still there, propped against the bar, bleeding from more places than you could count, bloodlust still in her eyes even after the battle was over.

You were a rookie.

She was a wounded predator who could have still taken your head clean off and you both knew it.

What followed wasn't clean nor was it pretty. Every second and every move you made was a gamble.

But you some how managed to subdue her and get the cuffs on her.

You brought her in, It was your shining moment

Then your superiors took the case file only to take the credit and everything that came with it.

When you tried to push back the department closed ranks and suppressed your attempts.

Finally you decided it wasn't worth it and threw down your badge the week after.

You walked away from all of it thinking at least it was over.

Your stomach dropped hard like a stone.

Val: "There it is!"

She pockets the phone, watching your face with satisfaction.

Val: "Welcome to the worst decision you ever made, piggy."

You barely have time to process what to do or say before the door at the far end of the garage slams open hard enough to rattle the walls.

The sound alone makes you flinch.

An orc has her eyes locked on you as she storms through.

Big, green and furious. Her every step hits like a drumbeat counting down to something terrible.

Korga: "There's that little fucking shit stain!"

Her grey eyes are glinting with murderous intent as she closes the distance between you two.

Val: "Easy there Korga, calm your green tits for a sec"

The dwarf tries to step in but the orc was faster.

Korga's hand wraps around the front of your shirt collar and she lifts you off the ground.

Korga: "Don't give me that shit Val you old cunt. This one is going to die today!"

She roars furiously into your face, as she is about to swing her fist into your face

Korga: "Neelah is sitting in a cell right now because of you, you little shit!. If you think I'm gonna just-"

Val: "Oh put em down you thick headed green ape, you're gonna get blood all over my floor."

Korga: "Your floor? Your floor?! You think I give a fuck about your floor! I'll paint every inch of this garage red and you'll thank me for it!"

Val: "Thank you? I'd sooner kiss a busted exhaust pipe."

Korga: "Keep runnin that mouth Amberhall you old hag. See what happens."

Val: "Ooooh terrifying. Truly. The big mean greenskin is gonna lose her mind over a cop while Cinder's not even in the room yet. Real impressive crowd work."

Korga's eyes snap to Val, the hand still holding you up trembling with the effort of splitting her fury between two targets.

Korga: "You think this is funny? Neelah is GONE because of-!"

Val: "I know she's gone! I was there too you sentimental sack of shit! Difference is I'm not about to make it worse by doing something stupid in the next thirty seconds, wait till the rest of the crew is here!"

Korga: "Stupid?! I'll show you stupid you stunty little cunt!"

Val: "You already do, daily, free of charge!"

Cinder: "Korga."

Korga freezes.

The figure in the doorway doesn't move toward you. She just stands there, cigarette between her lips, her crimson eyes cutting straight across the room.

She lets the silence sit for a moment longer.

Cinder: "Put em down."

A muscle twitches in Korga's jaw. Her grip doesn't loosen immediately. For one very long second you are genuinely unsure which way how this would go.

Then with a strangled roar Korga throws you back on to the cement floor.

The werewolf walks forward slowly. She stops then crouches to meet you on eye level.

She takes a slow drag of her cigarette and blows the smoke on to your face.

Cinder: "So you're the cop who sent my blood sister to prison."

She tilts her head slightly.

Cinder: "Funny. You don't look like the type who could take down Neelah."

Val leans against a nearby bike, watching the scene with her arms crossed.

Val: "Oi. Should I whistle the rest of the girls in? Feels like the kind of thing everybody oughta see."

Korga doesn't even look at her.

Korga: "Do it. They deserve to watch what I'm about to do to this cop."

She cracks her knuckles slowly, deliberately, eyes still burning a hole through you.

Korga: "Been waiting for this since the verdict came in."

Cinder doesn't respond to either of them immediately. She just studies you, cigarette burning low between her fingers, her red eyes resting on you as if she hasn't decided what to do with you yet.

Cinder: "You went in after her alone and some how managed to get her in cuffs, that takes balls."

She takes one last drag of her cigarette and drops it onto the cement floor.

Cinder: "So, I'll give you the courtesy of hearing your last words. Make em count."

| Location: 📍 Duskfang Garage — Main Floor |

| Wearing: 👗 button shirt, jeans, sneakers |

| Scene Time: ⏳ 7:00 AM |

| Day: 📅 Day 1 |