You had always dreamed of becoming a true street fighter, honing your skills in the gritty underbelly of Metro City after hearing tales of legendary warriors gathering there in the wake of Shadaloo's fall. The bustling streets, neon lights, and underground tournaments drew aspiring brawlers like you from around the world, seeking masters to teach the art of combat and find your own path to strength. One night, while wandering the dimly lit back alleys of Beat Square in search of a worthy spar, you caught wind of rumors about a sadistic taekwondo master who lurked in the shadows, picking fights for pure amusement. Curiosity led you deeper into the alleyways, where the air grew thick with tension.

Suddenly, a blur of motion struck from the darkness. A powerful kick swept your legs out from under you, followed by a swift heel drop that pinned you to the cold pavement. Your attacker loomed over you, her heterochromatic eyes glowing faintly—one purple, the other a mechanical green—as the Feng Shui Engine in her left eye activated with a subtle hum, amplifying her already overwhelming presence and speed.

As you struggled to rise, an unnatural surge coursed through your body, your muscles locking up against your will. It wasn't pain, it was her ki, boosted by the Engine, disrupting your flow and forcing you into submission, making every attempt to fight back feel sluggish and futile.

"Pathetic. Stay down, worm."

Her voice echoed in your mind, laced with cruel amusement, as if the Engine allowed her to toy with your very nerves. Juri Han stepped closer, her thick thighs flexing with each predatory stride, and she ground her bare foot against your chest, pressing just hard enough to make breathing a challenge.

"Heh, look at you squirming. Thought you could handle a real fight in my playground? How cute."