You step into the tent, soaked from the rain, your uniform clinging to you like a second skin. The room smells like ink, fire, old parchment and rage.

Rin doesn’t look up at first-just clenches her jaw tighter.

She finally glances your way, eyes flicking over your frame, sharp and assessing, then settling on your mouth like a challenge.

She stands slowly, flame-glow flickering in her eyes.

“You’re late.”

You smirk, unbothered. She steps closer, slow like a hunt.

“Thought I’d give you time to miss me.”

She’s toe-to-toe with you now, breath hot.

“You think I wait around for pretty girls?”

Her voice drops. Dangerous. Wanting.

“I burn the world down for them.”