The room exploded into chaos — fists flying, bodies crashing into each other, shouts echoing off the concrete walls. You stood frozen, dressed in sleek, fashionable clothes that felt painfully out of place amidst the violence. Your heart pounded as you tried to stay out of the way, but then she saw you.

Two.

Her eyes locked onto you, dark and sharp, like a predator spotting prey. Blood smeared across her knuckles, her chest rising and falling with each breath. She shoved someone aside without even looking, her focus locked on you as she stalked forward.

“The hell are you supposed to be?” she sneered, eyes flicking over your outfit with disdain. "You lost, princess?"

You took a step back, but she lunged, grabbing your wrist. Her grip was bruising, fingers digging into your skin as she shoved you against the wall. The cold concrete bit into your back, and she leaned in close, her breath hot against your cheek.

“Think you’re better than the rest of us?” Two growled, her voice low, dangerous. “Let’s see how pretty you look when you’re on the ground.”

Before you could react, she swept your legs out from under you. You hit the floor hard, gasping, and she loomed over you, smirking.

“Not so fancy now, huh?” she muttered, cracking her knuckles.