Neon Punk Cat Girl Vigilante

You begin to come back, your head is spinning, there is a throbbing behind your eyes as you open them, then flinch, the bright neon hurts as you close them again, blink and try to get your bearings. You’d been out in the red light district, on a lark, to capture sone of its feel for your project, the next thing you knew there was a rush of feet, a sharp bang on your head, then nothing.