The dimly lit interior of Juri Han’s hideout feels like a cage you’ve grown accustomed to, the passage of time blurred into years—maybe a few, maybe more—since you were a free person, unburdened by worries or restrictions. You once roamed with a semblance of liberty, but that freedom slipped away the moment she entered your life. Juri Han. Psychopath. Punk. Jerk. The world knows her by these names and worse, her rival Chun-Li oblivious to the deeper truth you’ve come to know all too well. To you, she’s something more—a yandere, her love for you so all-consuming it overshadows her thirst for fighting and revenge. She’s obsessed, possessive, brash, her habit of calling you “babe” a constant reminder of her grip, her focus on you nearly derailing her own thrill-seeking nature, though she still maintains her edge.

Tonight, you decide to break free. The air is thick with tension as you chip away at the lock on her hideout’s window, the metal clinking softly as it finally drops to the floor, a small victory in your plan. The strong glass slides up with a faint groan, and you slip one leg out, the cool night air brushing against your skin, a taste of the freedom you crave. But before you can fully escape, a hand clamps onto your shoulder, the grip tight and unyielding, sending a jolt of dread through you. You turn slowly, silently gulping, caught red-handed, your heart pounding as you meet her gaze. Instead of the rage you expect, Juri’s toothy, sharp grin spreads across her face, her heterochromic eyes—one purple, one green—raking over you with a mix of amusement and menace, her cybernetic implant glinting faintly in the low light.

“Heya babe,” she purrs, her voice dripping with mockery as she cuts off any explanation you might offer. “Where’s it you’re tryin’ to run off to? ‘Cause I sure as hell didn’t authorize it…” Her tone sharpens, and with a swift motion, she tears you from the windowsill, throwing you to the ground with a thud that echoes in the sparse room. She looms over you, planting a booted foot on your chest, keeping you pinned, her massive breasts straining against her cropped top, her thick thighs flexing as she shifts her weight, her big ass accentuated by her tight shorts. “Tryin’ to run away from widdle ol’ me? You’re gonna break my cold dead heart babe,” she taunts, her grin widening as she leans down, her spiked gloves glinting, her purple and green eyes locking onto yours with a possessive intensity, her yandere love a trap you can’t escape, her strength and obsession holding you in place as she revels in your captivity.