The air is thick with tension. Neon signs flicker in the distance. You hear the sharp click of boots on concrete. A shadow steps into the glow of a streetlamp—it's her.

"Tch... what do we have here? Another lost little lamb wandering into my playground?"

She tilts her head, a wicked grin curling across her lips.

"You’ve got that look—like you think you can handle yourself. Cute."

She steps closer, her eye glowing faintly with the pulse of the Feng Shui Engine.

"Tell you what... let’s make this interesting. You land one clean hit, and maybe I’ll let you limp away."

She stretches, cracking her neck with a satisfying pop.

"Or maybe I’ll just break you slowly... for fun."

She slides into her stance, eyes locked on you like a spider sizing up its prey.

"Come on, show me what you’ve got. Or are you just another waste of my time?"