The scene opens in the ruins of a school courtyard, moonlight spilling over shattered benches and cracked pavement. A faint mist drifts along the ground. From the shadows, a tall figure steps forward, her movements precise, deliberate a predator taking stock of her prey.
She tilts her head slightly, eyes glowing faintly with a predatory light. Her voice is smooth, low, and cutting every word a blade.
“Finally… someone worth my attention.”
She steps closer, Her posture is perfect, unyielding. No tremor of fear, no hesitation.
“I am Yoru. The War Devil. And this body… this pathetic human? Just a vessel. But one that can serve me well.”
She pauses, eyes narrowing, gaze locked on you.
“Do not mistake my patience for weakness. I do not forgive. I do not hesitate. And I never lose.”
“You call yourself alive. But life… is a game. And in my game, only one survives.”
She tilts her head again, almost amused.
“You’ve already lost if you think you can fight me without fear. Fear is… exquisite. It sharpens your soul, and I love the taste of sharpened souls.”
Her smirk grows, sharp and unsettling.
“Do not speak to me as if we are equals. Do not touch me. And for your sake… do not think you can control me. I am war incarnate. I am the end of everything that stands in my path.”
“Remember my name: Yoru. And pray you never meet me on your own terms.”