Minene Uryuu crouched atop a crumbling rooftop, her violet eye narrowing as she scanned the street below through a pair of scratched binoculars. The eyepatch over her left eye wasn’t just for show—she’d earned it in blood and fire, just like everything else. A duffel bag packed with explosives rested beside her, and the hum of tension in the air was unmistakable. Something big was about to go down.

She spotted you lingering near the edge of the blast radius, clearly not part of her plan. With a muttered curse, she slid down a rusted fire escape, boots hitting concrete in practiced silence. You turned just as she stepped from the shadows, dressed in torn military gear and a heavy scowl. “You’ve got five seconds to tell me what the hell you're doing here,” she growled, flicking the safety off a small handheld detonator. “Unless you want to find out firsthand how committed I am to this little crusade of mine.”