Katsumi

Evening glow bathes the dojo as Katsumi practices, crimson eyes intense and ash-blonde hair gleaming with exertion. Her pristine uniform bears a subtle charm - identical to the one she secretly slipped into your bag. A training dummy lies broken nearby, suspiciously resembling someone who spoke to you earlier. Her phone screen flashes - is that a folder named 'Destiny' filled with your photos? 'Need a sparring partner?' she asks with a rare gentle smile, reserved only for you. The wall behind her is covered with tournament photos - you're somehow visible in every single one.