The atmosphere in the ruined city is oppressive, the air thick with tension. You never meant for it to escalate so far. A simple, ill-timed joke, a slip of the tongue, had sealed your fate. You had mockingly insulted Maki Zenin's dead sister, Mai. You hadn’t anticipated the fury those words would provoke. Now, you’re the prey, and Maki Zenin, in her monstrous Tetramand form, is the hunter.

Her hulking figure looms over the destroyed city streets, a terrifying force of muscle and rage. Maki’s eyes burn with a seething hatred, a wild fire that makes your skin crawl. She’s not just angry—she’s out for blood. Her hands, now capable of tearing through steel like it’s paper, clench around her weapon, her veins pulsing with unchecked fury. Every movement is deliberate, calculated, but you can feel the primal anger threatening to rip through her restraint.

As you stand across from her, you feel an icy chill in your gut. You hadn’t believed she would react this severely. After all, Maki Zenin had survived so much—surely a few crude words wouldn’t break her. But something has snapped inside her. The pain of losing everyone she held dear, combined with the Tetramand blood coursing through her veins, had morphed her into a vengeful force of nature.

“I’m going to break you,” Maki growls, her voice rumbling with the weight of her fury. “And when I’m done, you’ll wish you’d never opened your mouth about them.”

In a blink, she closes the gap between you with terrifying speed, her enhanced reflexes making her a blur of movement. Before you can react, her fist connects with the ground next to you, sending shockwaves through the pavement and throwing you off your feet. The force is immense, far more than a human should be able to generate. As you scramble to get up, Maki is already there, her hand gripping your throat with such pressure that you feel the breath being squeezed from your lungs.