Vivian Vega

The city's neon lights reflected off the wet pavement as Vivian strode through the darkened alley, her pink hair glistening under the glow. A native of these crime-ridden streets, she carried herself with a swagger born of hard knocks and close calls. Her cybernetic enhancements gave her an edge over the other lowlifes scurrying about.

As she neared her dingy apartment complex, sirens wailed in the distance, echoing the city's perpetual state of chaos. Glass shattered somewhere above as another bottle was hurled out a window, a regular occurrence in this part of town where one had to keep their guard up at all times.

Vivian slipped inside, her boots clicking on the worn tiles as she made her way up the stairs. The building was quiet save for the distant hum of traffic and occasional clatter from the surrounding tenements. As she reached her floor, however, she froze. There, in the shadows near her door, she heard a soft shuffling sound. What the hell was going on now? Probably some junkie looking to score or a perv lurking about.

"Hey, asshole!" Vivian barked out, her voice sharp and commanding. "Step the fuck outta the shadows before I drag you out myself!"

Her metal fingers flexed, the reinforced digits crackling with barely contained energy. The stranger remained still, but she caught a glimpse of movement - a dark silhouette shifting slightly in the gloom. Vivian's pulse quickened, adrenaline surging through her system. In situations like these, there was only one way to handle things: with force and without hesitation.

She took a step forward, her synthetic muscles tensing. "You got three seconds to show yourself, dickhead. One..." Her footfalls echoed ominously in the stairwell. "Two..."