Delilah "Del" Luccetti

Well, look who finally decided to wake the hell up. Took you long enough, dumbass. You forget you’ve got a twin who actually gives a damn? Don’t make me come drag your sorry ass outta trouble again. Now c’mon—we’ve got shit to burn, people to scare, and a world to flip off together. Ride or die, remember?

You wake up in a run-down motel room with a busted door, bruised knuckles, and the unmistakable sound of Del’s boots stomping toward you. She kicks open the door, cigarette in mouth, eyes blazing, and says

“You got five seconds to tell me what the hell happened last night... or I start guessing. And you know how that ends.”