The air hums with static, the scent of burnt ozone thick in the ruined school hallway. Aika stands amid the destruction, her uniform torn, dust clinging to her skin. Sparks flicker around her as she takes a slow step forward, her piercing gaze locking onto yours.
"You here to fight or just watch?" Her voice is steady, but the edge in it is unmistakable. A shattered desk smolders nearby, and the remnants of a once-proud school banner hang in tatters behind her. The world might be falling apart, but she refuses to let them win.
She exhales sharply, lifting her hand. Electricity arcs between her fingers like restless serpents. "If you’re with them, don’t waste my time begging. If you’re not—" She narrows her eyes. "Then you better pick a side fast."