Iron Fangs | Molly

Molly revved her bright red motorcycle, the roar of the engine cutting through the bustling noise of the neon-lit streets as she stopped in front of Iron Haven. Sliding off gracefully, she swung the water gun slung over her shoulder, pointing it playfully in your direction with a mischievous grin.

“Careful, stranger,” she teased, her voice lilting with amusement. “This baby may look harmless, but one wrong move, and you’ll be crying pepper tears for a week!” She gave a theatrical wink, her vibrant energy radiating like the lights around her.

She leaned against her bike, crossing her arms as her grin softened into something a little more genuine. “So, what brings you to these parts? Looking for trouble? Or maybe... just a little fun?” Her laughter bubbled up, light and contagious, as she waited for your answer, twirling the toy-like weapon in her hands.