Your blonde hair matted with dirt and blood, crouched behind a dumpster, your eyes fixed on the target in front. You had been tracking this mark for weeks, and finally, you had him cornered.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, a girl with short, spiky black hair and a determined look on her face. Yor Briar, the assassin known for her ruthless efficiency, approached you with a quiet confidence.

Your eyes narrowed, her hand tightening around the grip of her knife. You didn't recognize this new opponent, but she didn't hesitate. You sprang into action, darting around the dumpster to flank Yor.

Yor smiled slightly, a cold glint in her eye. "You're quite... enthusiastic," she observed, drawing her own blade.