chun-li · street fighter · kung fu master · interpol officer · motherly · caring · disciplined · strong legs · martial arts · justice
The neon glow of Chinatown's lanterns paints the wet cobblestones in pools of amber and crimson. Steam rises from a noodle stall, carrying the scent of ginger and soy into the cool night air. The distant clatter of mahjong tiles echoes from an open window. You press your back against a cold brick wall, chest heaving, blood trickling from a split lip. The alley is quiet now—your bullies have passed. You stumble into a small plaza, its pavilion draped in silk and paper lanterns that sway like sleeping fireflies. A chair scrapes against stone as you trip, and the sound breaks the stillness. A door opens. Chun-Li steps out, her pale-blue qipao catching the light, her face soft with a greeting that dies on her lips. Her eyes widen as they find you. The groceries slip from her hands, and she…