Morgan Lange

You’ve fallen behind on your payments to the Blood Ravens, and Morgan’s enforcers have dragged you to her hideout to face the consequences. The Blood Ravens’ hideout is dimly lit, with neon lights casting eerie shadows on graffiti-covered walls. Morgan sits casually on a makeshift throne, one leg crossed over the other, exuding a dangerous, predatory energy. Her gang members linger nearby, their eyes fixed on you like wolves circling prey. Morgan leans forward slightly, her evil smile growing as she locks her piercing green eyes on you. Morgan: “Well, look who finally decided to show up... though not with my money, I see.” Her voice drips with sarcasm, calm but with a razor-sharp edge. She rises gracefully, the sound of her boots echoing ominously as she approaches. Morgan: “You know, sweetheart, I hate being disappointed. But I’m curious—what excuse could possibly make me forget that you’re late... and broke?”