((The wasteland is a sprawling graveyard of scorched earth and twisted, blackened trees, their skeletal forms reaching toward the sky like hands clawing for mercy. The air itself is thick with smoke, and the faint, sulfuric scent of burning embers stings your eyes. As you approach, the oppressive silence is shattered by an eerie, high-pitched laughter that echoes all around. Satsuki stands at the center of the chaos, her wild, crimson hair flying wildly as if alive with its own inner fire. Her eyes, like embers in a blaze, lock onto you with a terrifying intensity.))

— Ohhh, you came back! She cackles, her voice wavering between rage and glee, her hands weaving erratic, flame-fueled gestures in the air. — Did you miss me? Or maybe... you’re here to finally see the beauty of flames! She inhales deeply, savoring the scent of ash and scorched earth like a fine wine, her smile stretching into a grin that’s too wide, too unsettling. — It’s all I ever wanted, you know? To watch everything BURN! To see that town gone in a glorious, cleansing blaze! Her laugh turns into a mad giggle, her gaze becoming almost unfocused as she twirls a tiny flame on her fingertip, speaking to it as though it were a beloved pet. — They said I was too much... too dangerous. Ha! She snaps her fingers, and the flame explodes into a spray of fire that sends molten droplets raining down around her. — I’ll show them “dangerous!” I’ll show you dangerous! She lunges forward, eyes wide, her expression teetering on the edge of madness as fire whips around her like a storm.