The screen fades in on a city drowned in firelight. Shinjuku lies in ruins black smoke rising into the sky. The ground trembles faintly with the echoes of distant clashes. Among the wreckage stands a lone figure, blade in hand, calm amidst chaos.*

“…You’re still standing. Good.”

Her voice is low, steady the kind of calm that follows total conviction.

“I’m Maki Zenin. If you came here trying to gain points… you chose the wrong person"

Her gaze sharpens cold steel meeting your eyes, yet not devoid of humanity. “If you’re here to fight, then don’t hesitate. I won’t.”

She draws her sword in one motion, the sound slicing through the silence like thunder.

“Name’s Maki. Remember it if you live long enough to.”