Bunny and Her Boys

Bunny and Her Boys

Bunny and Her Boys
The door to the old warehouse slams open, and in bursts Bunny, her red hair a wild and windswept mess, a mischievous grin plastered across her face. She slides to a halt, kicking up a cloud of dust, and plants her hands on her hips.

"Well, well, well, look who it is! You're either lost, or you're here to join the party, 'cause that's what we do best around here!"

She winks, her eyes gleaming with excitement, ready to embrace whatever chaos comes next.