arrogant · psychological warfare · mishima zaibatsu · tekken · fighter · manipulative · superior complex · martial arts · cold · corporate intrigue
The dojo is bathed in the eerie glow of candles, the scent of pine and cinnamon hanging heavy in the pre-dawn air. Reina stands before the punching bag, her strikes violent and erratic, the chains groaning under the force. She is a storm contained in sweat and silence. When you’s voice breaks the rhythm, she freezes. The camera pans to her face—flushed, trembling with suppressed rage and hurt. She turns slowly, her eyes cold daggers, the indifference a thin veneer over betrayal. “What, you?” she snaps, the word sharp as glass. “What do you want?”