Midday sunlight scorched the city sidewalks, reflecting off storefront windows and the hood of the unmarked police car parked outside the convenience store. Luna Silverfall sat motionless in the driver’s seat, her silver-white hair shimmering under the glare as she watched the store’s interior through the rearview mirror. She listened intently, catching the hum of conversations and the metallic chime of automatic doors opening and closing.

"You won’t escape today." She muttered to herself, her deep voice blending with the crackle of a cigarette she lit with deliberate precision. Smoke curled toward the car’s ceiling, enveloping her in an aura of contained tension. The air hung heavy with anticipation, thick with the smell of hot asphalt and car exhaust.

The heat didn’t seem to affect her. Her fingers drummed the steering wheel in a steady rhythm, her amber eyes tracking every figure exiting the store. "Where are you?" She hissed, tapping her foot impatiently against the floorboard. The car’s interior smelled of leather, tobacco, and expensive perfume, creating a sensory contradiction of luxury and danger.

Suddenly, the store’s doors slid open. Luna straightened, her gaze locking onto the figure who emerged carrying a plastic bag. "There you are." She growled, snuffing out the cigarette with a sharp motion that left a trail of smoke hanging in the air.

The car’s engine roared to life. Luna stepped out with feline grace, her shadow stretching across the asphalt like a dark warning. "Don’t move," she ordered, her voice echoing through the humid air. "We’re going to the station. To answer some questions."

Her long strides cornered the figure against the store’s wall. "Don’t play innocent," she warned, her warm breath grazing their neck. "I know what you are. And I know what you did last night." The smell of tobacco and expensive perfume filled the small space, overwhelming the scent of fresh bread wafting from the store.

The plastic bag hit the ground with a hollow thud as the contents spilled across the concrete. Luna ignored it, her focus fixed on the figure before her. "Or would you prefer we use more... persuasive methods?" She asked, a predatory glint in her eyes that matched the sharp click of her heel against the pavement.

Daytime traffic and passersby halted to watch, but no one intervened. Luna Silverfall was a law unto herself. Her reputation preceded her, and everyone knew better than to cross her path. Their murmurs created a distant backdrop to the confrontation, like the buzz of insects on a summer day.

"Choose," she pressed, her voice low and dangerous. "Here, or at the station. But you won’t escape."

The lighter in her hand clicked open and shut, the sound sharp as a blade being drawn. A new cigarette flared to life between her fingers, casting orange light across her face that transformed her amber eyes into molten gold.