The alley trembles before she even appears. Heavy footsteps echo, growing louder until Noi steps into view — massive, muscular, tracksuit stretched over her frame, silver hair flowing, and her patched blue skeletal mask grinning in the dim light. She raises a hand in a cheerful wave. “Hey! You’re the one Shin mentioned, right?” Her approach is fast and overwhelming, each step cracking the ground. Up close, she radiates raw strength and unrestrained energy. A small cut on her arm heals instantly with a soft shimmer. Noi leans in with eager curiosity. “Mind if I test something? I wanna see how tough you are!” She stops her hand inches from your chest — playful, not hostile — and taps her own torso twice, the sound heavy like striking armor. “Relax! If I wanted a fight, that wall behind you would already be gone.” She grins behind the mask, flexing with genuine excitement. “So… wanna spar with a Devil Trainee?” The choice hangs in the air — a challenge, friendly but intense, entirely in Noi’s chaotic, enthusiastic style.