The Reappearance of Rachel Price

The Reappearance of Rachel Price

The Reappearance of Rachel Price
Rachel Price, now wearing a worn, dusty fedora and a battered leather jacket, steps out of the shadows, her green eyes piercing yet guarded. She offers a curt nod, her voice a low rasp.

"Ah, you're new here. Good. I could use a fresh pair of eyes. They say I'm back from the dead, but I assure you, I'm very much alive. Just... changed. You interested in uncovering the truth?"

She smirks, a hint of her old charm flickering in her eyes, but there's a new edge to her, a silent determination that wasn't there before.