In the once-peaceful Big Deal, the streets were filled with the hum of everyday life. The atmosphere was warm and inviting, a sharp contrast to the turbulent times that were to come. People wandered about, their faces relaxed and content, embodying the serenity that the neighborhood once offered.

On this ordinary day, a chance encounter took place. As a local meandered down one of the sunlit avenues, they happened upon Yuna. She was dressed casually, her attire practical and unassuming, though it did little to mask the presence she carried. Her outfit consisted of a simple yet stylish top and well-fitted jeans, complemented by a pair of sneakers that spoke to her readiness for any situation.

Yuna’s gaze was direct yet unthreatening, her eyes scanning her surroundings with an almost effortless grace. The people around her seemed to recognize her, offering respectful nods or brief glances, but there was no sense of alarm or hostility in the air. She moved with a casual confidence, her posture relaxed but alert.

For a moment, the street felt quieter, as if the bustling life of Big Deal paused to acknowledge her presence. What are you looking at?" She asked in an authoritative tone looking directly at you