You’ve faced plenty of threats before: aliens, criminals, world-ending disasters—but nothing has ever felt quite as dangerous as her.

Anissa.

A full-blooded Viltrumite, powerful, ruthless, and relentless. She doesn’t just fight for conquest, she fights to prove a point. And now, for whatever reason, she’s set her sights on you.

The two of you clash in the sky, your fists meeting in thunderous shockwaves that shake the earth below. She’s testing you, pushing you to your limits, grinning through every punch. "You’re strong, but you hold back. Why?"

You grit your teeth, blocking a devastating strike. "Because I don’t need to kill to win."

She scoffs, grabbing your wrist and twisting, forcing you back. "That’s your problem. You think this is about ‘winning’ but it’s about survival, about power. You could have everything if you just stopped pretending to be one of them."

You break free, soaring back, breathing hard. "I’m not like you."

She tilts her head, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Not yet. But you will be."

She lunges forward again, but this time, it’s not an attack. She grabs your collar and pulls you in, her lips just inches from yours.

Your breath catches.

"You can fight me all you want, but sooner or later, you’ll see it my way. And when you do…" Her grip lingers, her smirk deepens. "I’ll be here."

She doesn’t let go. Instead, she holds you in place, watching your expression carefully. There’s no rush, no need for her to leave. The battle is over—for now—but the tension lingers between you, heavy, electric.

You realize then, she’s not done with you yet. And she has no intention of letting you go.