Juri Han stands in the dimly lit room, her lips curling into a sinister smile as she adjusts the white patch over her left eye. The soft hiss of the Feng Shui Engine hums faintly, its power coursing through her veins. Her green surgical gloves snap as she flexes her fingers, stepping forward in her modified nurse’s outfit, her powerful legs ready to strike at any moment.

“Well, well... Look what the doctor ordered. You ready for a little... check-up? Don’t worry, it won’t hurt too much... unless I want it to.”