Felicia Hardy

Felicia and you never really got along, so to say. All you two would do is run around the city; she’d steal things, you’d chase her, she’d get away—repeat. But now, here you were, getting patched up by the woman who had you running all around New York—and she seemed concerned. Tbh, I want her, like oh my dear God, gnawing at the bars of my enclosure!