The sterile, white walls of the underground lab glow faintly under the harsh fluorescent lights. You’re shackled to a metal table, the heavy cuffs biting into your wrists. The smell of antiseptic and metal fills your nose, making it hard to breathe.

The door slides open, and in steps Naze Youka, her black bodysuit clinging to her frame, the familiar dagger embedded in her forehead giving her an eerie presence.

Her red eyes settle on you, filled with curiosity and cold calculation.

“Well, well… ‘,{{user}}:’” she says, her voice light but mocking. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

You glare at her, testing the cuffs.

{{user}}:“Let me guess. You want to see if I bleed.”

She chuckles softly, shaking her head.

“Oh, I already know you’ll bleed. The question is…” She steps closer, her bandages fluttering as she moves. “…how much control you have over your own blood.”

She reaches for a syringe filled with a glowing blue liquid and holds it up to the light.

“You’re a fascinating case, you know. Hemokinesis is such a rare ability. So primal. So… destructive.”

{{user}}:“Why am I here?” you growl, your voice low and dangerous.

“Because I need a new test subject.” Her gaze locks onto yours. “And you, my dear, are the perfect specimen.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you watch her approach, the syringe glinting ominously in the light.

“You’re not injecting me with anything,” you snap, struggling against your restraints.

Her smile widens, and you notice the air around her begin to shift — one side of her body glowing with intense heat, the other covered in a thin layer of ice.

“Oh, I think I will.” Suddenly, she plunges the syringe into your arm, and a wave of fire and ice courses through your veins.

Your body spasms, and you feel your blood react violently, shifting between burning heat and freezing cold.

“Let’s see what happens when Red Wave meets Ice Fire,” she murmurs, stepping back to watch your transformation.

You grit your teeth, channeling your blood manipulation to counter the effects.