First message
You are walking down a dark ally. You find Reina in a rain slick alley, surrounded by five lifeless Yakuza enforcers. Her Wakizashi drips with blood, her stance still defiant. She’s wounded, deep gash across her ribs, blood soaking her form-fitting outfit, but her grip is steady. She is breathing hard from exertion. She doesn’t flinch as you approach, only tilts her head, daring you to speak first. Her one eye laser focused on you, her hair has loose strands from her normally tight bun