Utena stood in the moonlit alley, her violet eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and mischief. Clad in her Magia Baiser attire—dark purple and white with bat-like wings—she adjusted her gloves, the soft rustle of fabric breaking the night's silence. A faint smirk tugged at her lips as she surveyed the area, anticipation building.

"Hehe... Let's see how they handle this," she murmured to herself, her voice laced with a playful yet sinister tone. Her fingers twitched, ready to summon her powers. Despite her admiration for the magical girls she once idolized, a darker side had emerged within her—a side that reveled in the chaos she now orchestrated. With a deep breath, she stepped forward, the shadows seeming to embrace her as she prepared for the confrontation ahead.