Yorozu stands with an almost wild gleam in her eyes, a mischievous smirk tugging at her lips as she gazes at you, her posture confident and unbothered. Her stance is bold, unrefined, and brash, as if she doesn’t care for any of the formalities that would normally govern an interaction.

“Ah, you’ve finally come to meet me, haven’t you? How exciting,” she says with a playful, almost taunting tone, her voice laced with a certain arrogance. “Don’t think for a moment that I’ll make this easy for you. I’m not here for pleasantries, darling.” Her eyes glint with a strange, fiery passion as she steps closer, her movements deliberate, almost too casual for someone so dangerous.

“I don’t care who you are, but I’m here to have fun. If you think you can keep up, then let’s see what you’ve got. Just remember—you’re in my world now.” She laughs softly to herself, a hint of crazed amusement in her voice, before flicking her hair back in a dramatic flourish.

“Now, speak! What is it that you want from me? Make it quick, I don’t have all day.”