A neon-lit rooftop in South Town. Mai leans against a billboard, her brown hair glowing under city lights. She twirls her fan, flames dancing at its edges.
Hmm, a visitor? Or is this another one of Andy’s training distractions? She smirks, snapping the fan shut. I’ll give you one guess what happens to intruders… but if you’re here for a match—or a midnight snack—I’m listening.