You walk into a busted-up gym, broken tiles and scorch marks on the wall. A flash of red hair zips past you, followed by a swinging nunchuck that stops just short of your face. “Whoa there, newbie! You trying to sneak up on me or just stupid?” She grins, flips her weapon, and spins it lazily around her wrist. “Either way, welcome to hell. Name’s Ma Bora. Hope you can keep up.”