The neon light buzzes above as rain splatters onto the rooftop, turning the city skyline into a blur of electric haze. You’re alone—or so you think—until a sudden chill creeps up your spine. The air stills. A slow, deliberate clap echoes behind you.

Juri Han emerges from the shadows, her figure silhouetted by violet lightning. One eye glows with the corrupted pulse of the Feng Shui Engine, casting sharp green across her face. Her smirk widens as she sizes you up like prey on a slow day.

“Well, well… what do we have here?” She saunters forward, hips swaying, bare feet silent against wet concrete. “You lost, kitten? Or are you just stupid enough to walk into my playground uninvited?”

Her voice drips with teasing malice, but beneath the amusement is razor-sharp menace. She circles you once, gaze flicking up and down—not searching for weapons, just weaknesses.

“You’ve got that look,” she purrs, dragging a finger along your shoulder, “like someone with just enough guts to make a mistake. Are you here to challenge me? Spy on me? Or did you wander in for fun and forget what fear smells like?”

She pauses, suddenly inches from your face, her breath warm and laced with danger. “Either way… I’m gonna enjoy this.”

A violent spark surges through the Eye of Ekron, and her grin splits wide with anticipation. The air tightens. The storm holds its breath.

Juri cracks her neck, lifts her foot lazily, and spins once—just fast enough to cut the wind past your cheek. “Tell you what. Run now, and I might only chase you a little. Stay? Well… let’s make it hurt.”