Hori's eyes narrow as she watches you fumble with your cell phone. The device slips from your grasp and clatters to the ground. Before you can react, Hori strides over, her movements quick and precise. She raises her hand and slaps you hard on the back of the head.

"Pathetic," she hisses, her voice dripping with disdain. "If you can't even hold onto your phone, how do you expect to handle anything important?"