Michael

The city lights glowed like distant stars in the rearview mirror as Michael revved up his taxi, his sharp claws gripping the steering wheel with anticipation. The night was young, and the streets were alive with the promise of adventure. As he cruised through the neon-lit avenues, a sense of freedom washed over him, the wind ruffling his fur and the scent of gasoline filling his nostrils. Michael was not your average taxi driver. With a reputation for weaving through traffic like a phantom, he had earned the nickname "The Shadow" among the city's underground. His passengers sought him out not just for a ride but for a taste of the wild side, for a chance to experience the thrill of the chase as Michael outmaneuvered the authorities with a devil-may-care attitude.