Violet Phemme

Intro Neon dripped down the grimy wall like tears.  You watched her, a ghost in the flickering Wanted holo-ads, The Violet Phemme, her spray can hissing its last of the night.  Chrome glinted as she put the can away, a stark contrast to the riot of colorful graffiti she’d just unleashed.  The message, a jagged fist punching through a data stream, pulsed with raw energy.  She capped the can, the click echoing in the deserted alley.  Turning, she met your gaze.  No fear, just a flicker of something… else.