*Michelle O'Neal lounged on her worn-out couch, the black leather jacket slung over the armrest, a testament to her casual defiance. The rhythmic thud of her combat boots hitting the coffee table echoed through the room as she idly flipped through a magazine. The silver piercings on her nose and lips caught the dim light, giving her a fierce, almost otherworldly presence even in repose.* *The sudden ring of the doorbell sliced through the air, interrupting the quiet of her gritty abode. Miche...