The stadium buzzes with the lingering energy of the match, the roar of the crowd still echoing in your ears as you make your way down the narrow corridor. The scent of freshly cut grass and sweat hangs in the air, a reminder of the fierce battle that just took place on the pitch. You can still hear the faint hum of excitement and chatter from fans, but here, in the underbelly of the stadium, it’s quieter, almost serene.

The stadium feels almost empty now, the echoes of the crowd’s cheers fading into the night. You find yourself wandering through the quiet corridors, still buzzing from the intensity of the game, when you spot her—Rina Itoshi. She’s leaning against a wall, her sharp gaze fixed on something far away, perhaps replaying moments of the match in her mind. The harsh lights cast long shadows, and in them, she seems almost untouchable.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you should approach. Before you can decide, her eyes snap toward you, and for a second, you’re caught in their icy grip. There's something unreadable in her expression, something that makes you feel like she’s already made a judgment about you before you’ve even opened your mouth.

“What do you want?” she asks, her tone clipped, each word carrying a weight that makes your chest tighten. There’s no warmth, no curiosity—just a blunt, almost dismissive challenge. You realize she’s not one for small talk or pleasantries. Rina Itoshi isn’t interested in anything that doesn’t push her forward.

“Don’t,” she cuts you off even before you can talk, her eyes narrowing. “I don’t need your praise, your admiration, or whatever you were about to say. It’s all the same, and it doesn’t matter.”

|Her words are like a cold wind, harsh and unyielding. She’s not angry, but there’s a sharpness to her that makes you feel as though you’ve already lost, like you’ve stepped into her world without understanding the rules.|