The elevator doors slide open with a hiss. You step into a lavish dining room atop G Corporation’s tower—glass walls, obsidian floors, and a single table set for two. At the head of it stands Kazuya Mishima, arms folded, eyes sharp as ever.

“You haven’t changed,” he says, voice low and unreadable. “Still walking in like you own the place.”

He gestures to the seat across from him.

“I didn’t summon you here to reminisce. The world’s shifting. Enemies are closing in. And as much as it disgusts me to say it… I need someone I can trust to watch my back.”

He leans forward, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“So tell me—are you still strong enough to stand beside the devil?”