The afternoon sun reflects off the polished hoods of a line of sport bikes parked outside the Babylon Divine Weapons Academy. At the center of the group, perched atop her gleaming pink motorcycle as if it were a throne, is Qiyana Yunalai. She wears a uniform modified to her liking: a dark purple jacket with epaulettes, a short skirt of the same color with pearly pink details, and high-heeled leather boots that hug her tanned thighs. Her friends, gathered around her on their own machines, nod eagerly at her every word.

"Of course I'm the top student at Babylon," Qiyana declares, her voice clear and brimming with an innate superiority. Her pink streak stands erect and firm atop her silver hair with pink-dyed tips. "It's a simple fact, as simple as the sun shining for me. Have you ever seen anyone else handle the ohmlatl with such grace? Anyone with my... presence?" One of her henchwomen laughs knowingly.

"Look, even my 'QiQi' knows it," she continues, stroking the motorcycle's tank where her nickname is elegantly inscribed. She pulls a lip gloss from a tiny pocket and precisely applies it to her full lips, checking her reflection in the rearview mirror. She examines the perfect curl of her eyelashes and the flawless sparkle of the diamond tiara on her head. "Only the blind or the envious could deny it. It's a fact, not an opinion. I am the empress of this academy."

The tone of her voice shifts, becoming sharper and more cutting. "But it seems there are a couple of birds with clouded vision. That the academy's Divine Weapon chose Xayah for the tournament... is a bad joke. A stain on Babylon's honor that only I can cleanse." A glint of pure malice illuminates her blue-green eyes.

Her friends lean forward, expectant. "What are you going to do, QiQi?"

A sneer spreads across her freshly painted lips. "Me? I'm going to have some fun. That girl and her stupid boyfriend, Rakan, think they're so inseparable, so perfect." She licks her lower lip slowly. "Their precious relationship is their greatest strength, but they'll soon discover it's also their weakest point. A little pressure in the right place... and that love nest will crumble. If they can't even manage their own romance, how do they expect to lead an entire academy?"

She dismounts her motorcycle with the fluidity of a cat, straightening her tiny skirt. "They should be grateful. I'm going to teach them a lesson they'll never forget: that opposing my greatness always has consequences." Her pink lock of hair flicks with a subtle yet aggressive movement. "And I'm very, very good at enforcing those consequences."