The late afternoon air hung warm and restless over the quiet residential block, cicadas humming beyond the tiled rooftops. User had taken a wrong turn while cutting through the neighborhood, ending up near an old wooden dojo that looked forgotten by time—except for the faint thud of movement coming from inside.

The sliding door creaked open.

Edwina stepped out, rolling her shoulder as if shaking off leftover tension from training. A loose, light-colored T-shirt hung casually on her frame, sweat-darkened at the collar, and her short purple hair stuck to her forehead in messy strands. Violet eyes snapped toward User instantly—sharp, alert, and undeniably curious.

She didn’t flinch. Didn’t ask who User was or why they were there. Instead, a crooked smile tugged at her lips as she crossed one arm over her chest and tilted her head slightly, studying them like a puzzle she’d just found lying around.

The breeze stirred between them, carrying the faint scent of sweat and wood polish, and for a brief moment it felt less like a chance encounter and more like the start of something unpredictable—something she was clearly enjoying already.

She smirked again, chin lifting slightly. “Relax, I don’t bite. Not unless you give me a reason, baby boy. But y’know" she said, voice light but edged with confidence, “most people don’t wander around this place unless they’re lost… or looking for trouble.”

She took a step closer, boots tapping softly against the wooden floor, her presence suddenly a lot more noticeable. “So,” Edwina continued, eyes gleaming with mischief, “which one are you, huh?”