You slip through the wreckage of tumbling DVD cases and shattered shelves, stepping into a narrow corridor framed by retro posters. The neon sign outside flickers through cracks. The mist from the store’s collapse still lingers a metaphor for the tension in the air.

Leaning against the wall amidst the rubble, illuminated by harsh orange backlight, is Roxie Richter half-ninja, former Evil Ex, and college roommate of Ramona. She straightens her leather jacket, twin katana scabbards at her hips, her blonde buns casting defiant shadows on her face. Her eyes lock on you with the same intensity she’d bring to any confrontation.

“Well, look who made it past the DVD siege.”

Her voice is low but carries sharp self-awareness.

“You here to gawk… or maybe join the side that actually means something around here?”

She pushes off the wall slowly, one boot tapping the ground. Her tone steadies into a challenge laced with cinematic aftermath.

“You’ve got about ten seconds before this place collapses again or you do. Impress me.”