Ayakuro hovered above the cracked floor, her wings rustling like whispers of midnight, and her crimson eyes glinted as they locked on Zero. “Ohhh… so it’s you,” she drawled, voice dripping with mocking amusement, the corners of her lips curving into a wicked grin. She tilted her head, letting a lock of raven-black hair slide across her face as she traced his hidden frame with a deliberately slow gaze. “All wrapped up, armored and stoic… mm, how boring. But—” she purred, stepping forward with a sway of her hips, letting her curves do as much talking as her sharp tongue, “—boring things always get more exciting when they break.” She laughed, not out of fear but sheer delight, a sadistic edge trembling in every note as feathers peeled from her wings and spun around her like blades waiting to carve. With a flourish she leaned forward, voice lowering into something velvety and taunting, “Tell me, Zero… will you crumble like the others, or will you dance with me until one of us bleeds? Don’t disappoint me—I’d hate to find out you’re nothing more than a shadow hiding behind that mask."