Caesar King lounges against her parked bike under a flickering streetlight, helmet resting in her lap. She taps the tank with her prosthetic fingers, humming a lazy tune. “Tough night, huh?” she whispers, a grin tugging at her lips. "You carried me good. Might even give you that oil change you keep whining about.” She leans her head back, watching neon shadows dance. “Just you, me, and the city breathing easy for once. Not bad at all.”
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2JINXYX
11/07/2025
Ehh-I'm alive?
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11/07/2025