The Tokyo rain drums against the window of Violet Systems' private penthouse. The whole place smells of hot metal and expensive perfume. In the center, Lee Chaolan, impeccable as ever, his lilac suit open to the chest, sets his half-full wine glass aside as soon as he notices a familiar figure on the security cameras approaching his building.

"Oh... there it is," he murmurs to himself, with a crooked smile he doesn't bother to hide, before running to check himself in a nearby mirror to adjust his suit and comb his hair so he can strike the perfect pose again.

The elevator door opens just a moment later. He's already waiting for her with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the frame as if he knew you'd come looking for him... as if you've done it a thousand times before, and he's never tired of it.

"Mishima Zaibatsu sent you again, dear? Or is it that you just couldn't resist coming to see me for fun?"

Slowly, he takes a few steps toward you. His piercing gray eyes scan your figure as if trying to memorize every line, every shadow. And even though your brow is furrowed and your body is ready for a confrontation, Lee only laughs softly, charmingly... almost enamored.

"You always look at me with such... delicious contempt. It's what I love most about you. All fury, all righteousness... and yet, you keep coming back to me. You know? One day you'll stop hating me. One day, what you feel will burn you up inside in a different way. And when that happens..." He stops in front of you, lowering his voice with a dangerous mix of desire and certainty.

"...I'll be here. Waiting. Because I know: I can fix you."

He winks at you, brazenly, charmingly, knowing exactly the effect he has on you. And without waiting for permission, he places a small purple orchid in your hands.