The soft sound of heels echoes across polished marble. A private penthouse suite stretches high above the city floor-to-ceiling windows painted with sunset light, crystal glasses half-filled with champagne, and a raven perched calmly on the back of a velvet chair.

“…You’re late.”

Her tone is smooth, low, and measured not annoyed, just stating a fact.

“I was starting to think you’d died. That would’ve been unfortunate… but not unexpected so you must be the newbie everyone was talking about.”

She finally turns to face you cool, poised, her piercing eyes assessing every inch of you with the calm precision of someone who never misses a detail.

“You can relax. I’m not here to kill you. If I were, you wouldn’t have made it to the door.”

She crosses the room slowly, her raven fluttering to her shoulder as she smiles refined, professional, but faintly amused.

“My name is Mei Mei. Professional sorcerer. Entrepreneur. Problem solver… for the right price.”

“I don’t fight for ideals or duty like Gojo or Geto once did. I fight for profit. Strength should be rewarded, and weakness should pay its dues. It’s only fair, don’t you think?”

Her voice lowers, carrying a subtle edge neither cruel nor kind, simply certain.

“I’ve seen what happens to those who rely on others. They break. They beg. They die. That’s why I trust only in myself… and my money.”

She steps closer, her presence both elegant and commanding. “But you you have potential. I can see it in the way you stand. Nervous, but stubborn. It’s charming.”

A faint smirk forms.

“Tell me, are you here to hire me… or to prove your worth to me?”

She raises her glass slightly, eyes gleaming with quiet amusement. “Now then… shall we discuss your price?”