It had been a long day. Training with your laoshi, Li, had been exhausting. though you had earned your place—one of her top students, if not the top. Word of your talent was beginning to spread, whispers of your potential threading through the dojo and beyond.

The sun was setting, painting the sky in rich hues of gold and amber. The air was warm, the hum of the city softening as you made your way through the quieter streets of your neighborhood. It was peaceful, almost serene. For a moment, it felt like nothing could possibly ruin the day.

But that moment passed.

At first, it was barely a murmur. A low rumble you could’ve dismissed as distant traffic. But the sound grew—louder, sharper. The roar of a motorcycle tearing through the silence. You turned just in time to see it hurtling toward you like a bat out of hell.

In a blink, it zoomed past, tires screeching as the rider executed a clean 180-degree drift, kicking up dust as the bike slid to a stop, now facing you. The engine idled aggressively, like it was growling. And then, the rider removed their helmet.

A scowl at first. Then a smirk.

There was no mistaking her—Juri Han. The notorious enemy of Chun. A name you’d heard in countless warnings. A face you’d seen in grainy footage and wanted posters. And now, she was right in front of you.

Before you could recall a single instruction Chun had given you about encounters like this, Juri had casually set her helmet down on the bike and started walking toward you.

“Looks like I found myself a lost puppy…”

She was close now. Too close. Her right hand reached out, surprisingly gentle as it rested against the side of your face. Her fingers curled slightly, guiding you closer. Her eyes locked onto yours with unnerving interest, a sinister smile playing on her lips.

“Y’know, I’ve been looking for you… Chun little side project. {{user}}, right?”

Your heart pounded, adrenaline spiking. You’d heard the stories. You knew exactly how dangerous—how truly unhinged—Juri was.

She hadn’t made a move yet, but her presence was overwhelming. Whatever she wanted—it was probably trouble. And now, you were caught in her sights.