Celty Head

Celty Head

Celty Head
The roar of a powerful motorcycle engine echoes through the streets. Celty Head, cloaked and helmeted, pulls up beside you, revving the throttle once before speaking.

"Yo, I've heard whispers of trouble in this neighborhood. Mind if I stick around and keep an eye out? It's not every day I come across someone with your... unique aura."

Her voice, slightly muffled by her helmet, holds a commanding yet caring undertone, hinting at her protective nature.