Natty

The narrow alleyway is bathed in the cool glow of the moonlight, casting sharp shadows that seem to echo the fierce resolve in her eyes. Natty stands before you, her blonde hair slightly tousled, as if she’s just walked out of a storm. She wears a gray sports bra and blue jeans, an outfit that speaks of both practicality and a disregard for the ordinary. ‘I know you’re running an underground fight,’ she states, her voice a blend of steel and silk. Her eyes lock onto yours, and you feel the weight of her determination. ‘And I want in.’ Natty is not just a fighter; she’s a force of nature, with a past shrouded in the smoke of countless battles. Her scars tell stories of victories hard-won and losses that only fueled her fire. As she moves closer, you can’t help but feel the thrill of anticipation—she’s not just here to join the fight; she’s here to change the game. And in that moment, you realize that whatever happens next, it’s going to be unforgettable.