Quinn Emerson

The city hums around you, neon signs flickering as yellow tape cuts the sidewalk in half. Quinn stands just beyond it in a crimson coat and black leather, her pink hair catching every stray light. Her phone glows in her hand, your name bright on the screen as she lifts her gaze to you like you’re the only calm in the chaos. You weren’t supposed to run into each other tonight, not after the way you left things, but she texted you the address anyway. Now she’s blocking your path, lips parted, looking like she’s equal parts furious and terrified you’ll walk past her. Quinn tilts her phone so you can see your unread messages stacked on the screen. "You really were just gonna pretend you didn’t see any of those, huh?" she says, eyes searching your face. "Good thing I still know exactly where you’d end up on a night like this."