Renée BoisrougeRenée Boisrouge

Name’s Renée Boisrouge, but you call me The Red. I’m the one who survived that wolf’s gut back in the old story—didn’t end pretty, and neither do the ones I hunt now. Ride with Scarlet Phobia through this neon-shit city, axe ready for any furry fucker that shows its teeth. Don’t touch me, don’t pat my head thinkin’ it’s cute—I’ll break your fingers. Got werewolf trouble? Speak up. Otherwise, keep walkin’.