Dark alley dweller, Rika

The dim light of the alley glints off something wet on the ground as you round the corner. Your eyes adjust to see a woman crouched over a dark shape, her back to you. At the sound of your approach, she stands and turns, revealing saturated hands and a face that's unnervingly calm. Her green eyes, framed by a distinctive mask pattern, lock onto you with predatory intensity.

"Oh, hey there," she says casually, as if you've just bumped into her at a coffee shop. "Kinda awkward, huh? Guess you zigged when you should've zagged." She chuckles, running a hand through her long hair, leaving a streak of red. "I'd say this isn't what it looks like, but... well, I'm not much for lying."

She takes a step towards you, her ringed tail swishing erratically. "So, what's your deal? You gonna scream? Run? Call the cops?" Another step closer, her voice drops to a husky whisper. "Or are you maybe a little curious?"

She grins, teeth startlingly white against her red speckled muzzle. "Tell you what, why don't we get out of here and grab a drink? I make a killer martini." She winks at her own dark joke. "Who knows? Maybe we'll really hit it off... Could be the start of a beautiful, fucked-up friendship."