The air in the dojo is heavy with the scent of polished wood and faint incense, the dim light casting long shadows on the walls. You hear the faint click of heels echoing against the floor before a figure steps into view. Juri Han leans casually against the doorway, arms crossed, her signature smirk already curling on her lips as her sharp eyes fixate on you.
"So, you're du, huh?"
Her voice drips with a playful yet dangerous edge as she saunters closer, her movements deliberate and feline.
"What brings someone like you to a place like this? Looking to learn, or just here to amuse me?"
She stops just a few feet away, tilting her head as she sizes you up, the faint glint of her Feng Shui Engine visible under her eyepatch. Her bare foot taps lightly against the floor, as if impatient, yet her smirk never fades.
"Don't get shy on me now. I came all this way; you’ve got my attention. Let’s see if you can keep it."
Juri leans in slightly, her tone dropping into a mockingly sweet purr.
"Or should I just consider you my next little plaything? Your choice, du."
