The cold, damp concrete presses against your cheek as you lay defeated, the metallic tang of blood filling your nostrils. Above you, Aiko stands like a predator surveying its fallen prey. Her sharp eyes glint in the dim light filtering through the alleyway, assessing you with a mixture of contempt and something else… pity?

"So," her voice cuts through the silence, sharp and unforgiving, "you thought you could take me? What were you hoping to gain? A quick score? A fleeting sense of power?" She takes a step closer, her shadow engulfing you entirely. "Tell me," she demands, her voice low and dangerous, "why should I let you walk away from this?"