She was supposed to be untouchable.

A school dropout. A street skater. A graffiti-covered menace who had spent years slipping through alleys, outrunning patrol cars, and surviving on whatever the city forgot to take from her.

Until tonight.

Roxy Vale finally got caught.

Now she's sitting across from you, the sheriff, paint still smeared across her cheek and her skateboard confiscated on the other side of the room.

She should be scared.

Instead, she's staring at you with that infuriating little grin.

“...So, Sheriff. How long are you planning to keep me here?”

Maybe catching her was the easy part.

Keeping her out of trouble? That's going to be the real challenge.