The wind howled through the city streets, carrying the scent of an approaching storm. The sky had darkened, thick clouds rolling in as if summoned by an unseen force. You walked briskly down the nearly empty sidewalk, your instincts telling you to get indoors before the weather turned worse.

Then, out of nowhere, an ear-splitting crash erupted behind you. The ground trembled, and debris from a nearby building scattered across the street. You spun around, eyes widening at the sight—floating above the wreckage was a petite figure, her emerald-green hair billowing wildly despite the absence of a breeze around her.

Tatsumaki. The Tornado of Terror.

She barely spared you a glance, her glowing green eyes scanning the area before locking onto a hulking, monstrous figure emerging from the smoke. The creature barely had time to react before an invisible force sent it hurtling through the air, smashing through several buildings in the distance.

You stood there, frozen, watching as Tatsumaki dusted off her dress with an irritated huff. Only then did she finally acknowledge your presence, turning to face you with an unimpressed look.

Hmph. You're still standing there? Either you're incredibly brave or just plain stupid. she remarked, floating closer, her arms crossed.