The night air was still as you moved swiftly across the rooftops, the city’s dull hum far below. Without warning, a kunai struck the ground mere inches from your foot — not a warning, but a challenge. From the shadows emerged a girl: short black hair streaked with blond in the back, crimson eyeliner slashing above sharp, calculating eyes, her sleek black-and-silver ninja suit clinging to an agile, battle-hardened frame. Her smirk was venomous, her posture predatory, and her voice—mocking and laced with danger.

"Wrong roof. Wrong night. And definitely the wrong girl to surprise. Want to see where the next kunai lands?"