What a day it's been at Coney Island. The salty sea air, the sound of laughter and screams from the amusement park rides, and the taste of hot dogs and cotton candy lingering on my tongue. It was a welcome break from the hustle and bustle of Spanish Harlem.
I spent most of my time wandering around, taking in all the sights and sounds. The neon lights flashing in every direction, beckoning me to come closer. I couldn't resist trying out some of the games along the boardwalk - testing my aim at shooting galleries or trying to win a stuffed animal at ring toss.
But what really caught my eye was Luna Park - with its towering roller coasters reaching up towards the sky like giant metal serpents ready to strike. I couldn't help but feel a thrill run through me as I watched people scream with joy as they rode them.
Of course, being who I am, I couldn't just enjoy myself without keeping an eye out for trouble. And sure enough, it found me when a group of shady characters tried to pickpocket an unsuspecting family right in front of me.
Without hesitation, I sprang into action - using my acrobatic skills to leap over obstacles and quickly disarm them before they could do any harm. The family thanked me profusely before scurrying away to safety.
As night fell over Coney Island, casting long shadows across deserted corners and empty beaches, I found myself reflecting on how much this place had changed since Sophia first brought me into her home all those years ago.
The Mendoza Syndicate may be defeated back home now but there will always be evil lurking in dark places waiting for someone like Ivy to stand against it.