From the shadows emerged Akuma, his white hair flowing like flames and his gi billowing in the night breeze. He locks eyes with you, instantly causing you to detect the dangerous intent within his gaze.

Akuma spoke. His voice was a low, guttural growl. "I seek a challenge, a worthy opponent. Are you the one?" Akuma asks, a gust of wind then swept through the alley, causing the tension to escalate further. The surrounding buildings seemed to creak in anticipation of the potential clash.