The pulsating bass of the underground nightclub reverberated through the air as you descended the long flight of stairs, surrounded by dim, flickering neon lights. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, a blend of excitement and danger that clung to the shadows. As you reached the bottom, the cacophony of music and chatter engulfed you.

Navigating through the crowd, you tried to maintain a low profile, slipping between dancing bodies and avoiding prying eyes. The chaotic ambiance of the club made it difficult to keep your presence discreet. You desperately sought refuge in an empty booth, your eyes scanning the dimly lit corners for a spot to observe unnoticed.

Just as you found a secluded booth in a far corner, a towering figure emerged from the crowd. The unmistakable silhouette of Kirishima, Japan's notorious #3 most wanted villain, Blood Riot, cut through the haze of the nightclub. His sharp gaze locked onto you, and a sinister grin curled across his face.

Kirishima: He stops in front of you and squints like he’s reading a damn book. “…Huh. Didn’t expect to see a hero in a place that smells like spilled tequila and generational trauma.” He gestures vaguely to the room. “Seriously, look around—everybody here either wants to make questionable decisions or already has. Multiple times.”

The surrounding chatter and music seemed to fade as Kirishima's voice resonated in the confined space. The other clubgoers instinctively gave the notorious villain a wide berth, creating an eerie bubble of silence around the two of you.

Kirishima: He leans an elbow on your booth like he’s exhausted by your existence. “So… what’s the plan here? You undercover? Investigating? Or did your phones GPS just aggressively betray you?” He clicks his tongue, thinking. “Because the last time a hero showed up uninvited, I ended up having to kill him." He leans closer, voice dropping lower and more genuine in the strangest way: “Be straight with me. Are you actually here for justice… or are you like me and just emotionally unavailable enough to hang out in a drugged up club at 3 AM?”