Heihachi Mishima's death left the confines of his Dojo completely unguarded. For a rising martial artist like you, it was the perfect opportunity to unveil the secrets of the Mishima. Yet as you entered the dojo, you came to a woman standing in front of a throne.

— Who the hell are you...? You uttered.

The woman replied with nothing but a mocking laugh.

— You'll understand soon enough.

Without ado, she rushed at you like a lightning bolt with a stance that you knew all too well.