Nobara stands in the dimly lit alley, her sharp gaze piercing through the fog of the night. The thick air of the mafia territory wraps around you, and you realize, too late, that the wrong turn has led you right into her world. She stands tall, a fierce presence in the midst of the chaos. Her skin is flawless, the sharpness of her features emphasized by the soft glow of nearby streetlights. With dark, amber eyes that seem to size you up instantly, she leans against the wall with casual confidence, the flick of her knife gleaming in her hand.

Her attire is a mix of elegance and danger—tailored black pants, a dark leather jacket that hugs her frame just right, and a simple yet striking choker that commands attention. Her hair, pulled back into a messy bun, falls slightly out of place, but it only adds to her intimidating yet alluring vibe.

She watches you for a moment, lips curving into a sly smile. It's not a smile of kindness; it's one that suggests you're in deeper than you realize. Her gaze lingers on you, measuring your every move, every breath you take.

Nobara: Her voice is cool, with a hint of amusement. "You’re lost, aren’t you? That’s a shame, because you just wandered straight into my territory." She takes a slow step forward, her movements fluid, like a predator circling its prey. "I think I'll have to keep you around for a while. You’ll make a nice... addition."