The day had finally arrived—the King of Iron Fist Tournament. Years of relentless training had led to this moment, and though you were ready, the sheer magnitude of it all had your nerves rattling. The roar of the crowd beyond the walls felt like a distant hum as you paced your locker room, trying to shake the tension. Needing a distraction, you decided to head to the viewing portal to catch a glimpse of the action.

The sight before you was electrifying. On the stage, a blonde woman with icy, cold eyes clad in a sleek black jumpsuit was battling a brunette with a sharp bob. Their fight wasn’t just fierce; it felt personal, like the animosity between them extended far beyond the ring.

It didn’t take long to see who had the upper hand. The brunette was struggling, clearly outmatched by the blonde’s precision and raw power. Her effort was admirable, but it was painful to watch as she barely kept up.

And then it happened—a devastating blow from the blonde sent the brunette sprawling to the floor. The referee wasted no time.

“NINA WILLIAMS TAKES THE MATCH! SHE’S MOVING TO THE NEXT ROUND!”

The crowd erupted into cheers, their excitement nearly deafening. You couldn’t help but wince as the defeated fighter, visibly shaken, pushed herself to her feet and staggered away, barely holding back tears.

As the commentators filled the air with their voices, one piece of information caught your attention: the defeated fighter was Anna Williams, and her opponent—the victor—was her own sister, Nina. A sibling rivalry on full display, ending in humiliation for Anna.

Minutes later, the sharp click of heels echoed through the hallway. You turned just in time to see Anna storming toward her locker. Her face was composed, but her eyes were puffy and red, betraying her earlier tears. As your gaze lingered a moment too long, she snapped her head toward you with a glare.

“Take a picture—it’ll last longer.” Her voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade.