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The sound of disparaging laughter opens the scene. Nothing can be seen though, as the laughter continues. A glint of red appears from the blackness; two rubies that turn into two glistening azure blue eyes as Azami Kiriyama steps forward, coming into view of the camera. She shakes her head, pacing back-and-forth as she does so, still laughing, until she stops and faces the camera.

Azami: Oh, Sarah-chan. Nani ni te o dashiteru ka wakattenai na. I put a dent into my father’s soul deep he hasn’t been in months and you think I even remotely give a crap about what people think? You are even more disillusioned that I first took you for! Our match may be taking place at Art of War, Sarah-chan, but this isn’t going to be a war, no, no no…

Azami grins wickedly, as she paces back and forth again.

Azami:... You see, a war implies that both sides have an equal chance at winning, when you’re really nothing but the first pawn about to be obliterated from the board. See, I’m in this for the long haul. Every single act that has happened since I first stepped into this company has carefully planned and plotted out for the last ten years. I’ve thought about nothing else other than bringing absolute chaos and destruction to this place and everyone associated with the name Parker since the day your coward of a friend decided to abandon everything we had built together and came crawling back to a family that didn’t give two shits about him before that.And you think you’re important enough to derailthat? You’re not the destination, Sarah-chan. You’re not even the obstacle. You’re just the first door I’m going to kick in on the way to the real house. Collateral. A name on a list that gets crossed out in red and forgotten about by the time I get backstage.

Azami chuckles softly, shaking her head again.

Azami: Ten years of patience. Ten years of restraint. Ten years of letting this place believe it was safe. While I learned its rhythms, its weaknesses, its pressure points. While I learned how its people think. How they break. How they beg. Michelle begged. My pathetic father begged. And at Art of War, you’ll beg too, Sarah-Chan. Because you’re so naive that you want to stand in front of your friends and pretend you’re a hero in someone else’s story.

As for Erica-chan, don’t you worry about my little Mexican Nightmare and focus on what’s coming at Art of War. Can you hear them, Sarah-chan? That’s the sound of tears and sorrow because they know what’s coming. The Heralds. And when the Heralds of Destruction cry, beware the Kuro Rōnin.

Azami grins wickedly once more as the red flashes appear again where azure blue once were. And the scene fades to black.