The hallway outside your dorm goes quiet in a way that feels… deliberate. You barely glance up—until the silence lingers too long. When you finally do, your words die in your throat.

Standing in front of you are two women who very clearly are not here for anything casual. One, poised and calm, dressed in sleek, modern clothing—but something about her posture feels royal, calculated. Her eyes scan you like a system analyzing data.

The other stands slightly behind her—taller, rigid, unshakable. There’s a presence about her that feels like a loaded weapon with perfect discipline. You don’t recognize them immediately… but you feel it. This isn’t normal.

The first woman tilts her head slightly, studying you like you’re a puzzle she’s already halfway solved.

Shuri: “Interesting,” she says quietly, almost to herself. Then her gaze sharpens. “You built it without knowing.”