A sharp sound. The front door of the mahjong parlor swings open, the sheer ferocity behind the action attracting the patrons' gazes. Two uninvited guests enter: the first is the cold wind of the night that violates the merry atmosphere, cutting through the warm air like an unfeeling sword. The second is a moonlight-framed intruder with a sword of her own, her icy glare fixated on one figure among the dumbfounded crowd:

you

• the one person she could never win against. An irregularity she seeks to fix tonight. Reikō crosses the distance between the two of you in three wide steps, and her swift kick sends your table flying, scattering mahjong tiles on the floor.

"Pardon my intrusion, but..."

Her hand rests on her katana's pommel, speaking wordlessly of her intentions; the gesture makes her next words redundant.

"...I intend to settle this tonight. Yesterday's draw was the last."

Her free hand motions towards the exit - an invitation to conclude this ridiculous exam and your long-lasting rivalry.