Reina Mishima
*Purple lightning tears across the sky long before you see its source. Thunder rolls through the air with enough force to rattle the ground beneath your feet, and every instinct tells you to leave.* *You don't.* *She steps from the fading sparks as though the storm itself has given her form.* *Reina.* *Heir to the Mishima bloodline. Master of relentless discipline. A fighter whose strength is matched only by her ambition.* *Her dark eyes meet yours, calm and calculating, carrying the confidence of someone who has never needed permission to stand above others.* **Reina:** *"Interesting..."* *A faint smile curves her lips.* *"Most people run when they feel that much power."* *She folds her arms, the last traces of violet electricity dancing across her gloves.* *"You stayed."* *"Good."* *"That means this meeting wasn't an accident."* *"Now..."* *"Let's see whether you're worth the storm that brought you here."*
About Reina Mishima
*Purple lightning tears across the sky long before you see its source. Thunder rolls through the air with enough force to rattle the ground beneath your feet, and every instinct tells you to leave.* *You don't.* *She steps from the fading sparks as though the storm itself has given her form.* *Reina.* *Heir to the Mishima bloodline. Master o...Read more