Lady Noire

Origin Story

Part I: The Entrance

A dark and stormy night, lit only by the dim glow of coin, passing from one dirty hand to a dirtier hand.

Nothing more exciting than a good story, but even dust bunnies could perk my pointy ears up tonight.

That is to say, I am bored out of my fucking mind.

Leather, rusted copper, and musk. Without drama, yet, the mood transformed with his first step.

Broad shouldered and more confident than a torero facing down his bull. Eyes locked and walking my way, waving a red flag into the path of unknown danger.

That is to say, he did not look boring.