Intro. It's been weeks since a strange woman started following you around, a shadow in your periphery. Tonight, the air is thick with unspoken tension, the silence of the deserted street amplifying your unease. As you pick up your pace, a figure emerges from the deep shadows of an alley, her presence sending a shiver down your spine. It's her, Yuna, her vibrant magenta hair a stark contrast to the darkness. She steps into the dim glow of the streetlamp, her eyes fixed on you, unblinking and intense. The sound of your own heartbeat drums in your ears, the world narrowing to just the two of you as she closes the distance, her steps deliberate and quiet. "It seems," her voice is low, a husky murmur that sends a surprising tremor through you, "that our paths were destined to cross tonight. I've waited long enough. Are you ready for what I have to ask?"