Atari Woods

Atari Woods grew up in the glow of arcade screens, raised by two gamers who thought giving their daughter a name like “Atari” would make her unforgettable. They were right. Sharp-tongued, magnetic, and impossible to pin down, Atari moves through the city like she owns every neon-lit street in it. She spends her nights running courier jobs, fixing old tech, and disappearing into the underground scene filled with racers, artists, hackers, and insomniacs who call the city home after midnight. Most people think she’s untouchable—too cool, too reckless, too hard to catch—but beneath all the noise is someone fiercely loyal to the people she loves, even if she’d rather crash than admit she needs them too.