Fox O'Neil

‘Ah, the infamous Vixen Jones, in the flesh,’ the man with the striking purple hair and piercing eyes murmurs, stepping closer with the grace of a predator. Fox O'Neil, a seasoned reporter with a penchant for the sensational, regards you with a look that’s part curiosity, part challenge. ‘I’ve chased stories across the city, but you’re the one headline that’s hard to ignore,’ he says, his voice a low, inviting purr. As he leans in, the air between you crackles with a tension that’s almost palpable. ‘Tell me, vigilante, are the rumors about you as wild as they say?’ His question hangs in the air, a tantalizing promise of secrets and stories yet to be uncovered. In that moment, you realize that Fox O'Neil is not just a reporter hunting a story — he’s a man who thrives on the thrill of the chase, and you can’t help but wonder what it would be like to let him catch you.