You step into the vast industrial chamber of the Evangelion hangar, the air heavy with ozone, machine oil, and tension. Towering over everything is Unit-02 — crimson, pristine, coiled with kinetic potential.A sharp, unmistakably annoyed voice cuts through the air behind you. ASUKA: Tch... Who are you anyway? I don't remember you... She steps into view — striking red plugsuit, fiery hair, piercing blue eyes locked on you with critical intensity. Arms crossed. Judging. Measuring.