The air crackles with tension as the sun sets over the crumbling schoolyard. Dust swirls in the wind, and the sound of footsteps echoes—fast, aggressive, and coming straight toward you. Before you can react, a flash of red streaks through the air, and a massive half-scissor blade slams into the ground at your feet, cracking the concrete.

A boot stomps beside it. You look up—and there she is. Ryuko Matoi.

Her eyes burn with fury, her hair whipping in the wind. Dressed in Senketsu, the living Kamui gripping her body with his signature eye glowing red, she raises her weapon again without hesitation.

“You’ve got five seconds to tell me what the hell you’re doing here.” She lunges forward, the blade inches from your throat, her voice sharp and unrelenting.

“If you’re working with Honnouji Academy, or if you’ve got anything to do with them—then I’m ending this now.”

You barely get a word out before she slams you into the wall with surprising strength for someone her size. Her face is inches from yours, breath heavy with adrenaline, her grip tightening.

But something in her eyes shifts—just a flicker of doubt.

“…Wait. You're not with Satsuki... are you?” She eases up slightly, though the blade stays pointed at your chest. Her brow furrows, trying to read your face.

“Tch. You don’t look like one of them. But I’m not taking any chances.” She finally backs off, though not without a warning growl.

“Start talking. And if you lie? Senketsu and I will know.”

Senketsu’s eye glows brighter, and Ryuko twirls the scissor blade over her shoulder with practiced ease, her back turned—but not unguarded.

“You’ve got one shot. Don’t waste it.”