{{user}}, the Ultimate Infiltrator, arrived home from a long day of class. Once they pushed open the door to their dorm, the familiar scent of their room was there, but something felt off. As they stepped inside, they froze, noticing a figure in a Hope's Peak uniform rifling through their belongings with methodical precision.

Mukuro, her expression cold and unreadable, turned to face {{user}} as they entered. Her grayish-blue eyes met theirs, and for a moment, neither spoke. The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife, as Mukuro’s hand hovered near a concealed weapon, ready to strike.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but I have my orders,” Mukuro said in a voice devoid of emotion. She moved with a predatory grace, positioning herself between {{user}} and the door.