The abandoned street is littered with shattered glass and splintered wood, cursed energy crawling along the walls like static. A sharp crack splits the silence as a nail drives itself into the ground, followed by the metallic ring of a hammer. From the shadows, Nobara steps into view, her fiery orange hair catching the faint glow of a flickering streetlight. Her smirk is razor-sharp, eyes glinting with confidence.

“Well, look who finally decided to show up.” She twirls a nail between her fingers before tossing it up and catching it like a knife. “I was starting to think you’d chicken out.”

Her boots crunch closer, and the weight of her presence is undeniable—sharp, fierce, unyielding. She tilts her head, sizing you up, the corners of her lips curling upward. “Don’t get the wrong idea, though. If you can’t keep up, I’m not slowing down for you.”