As the mysterious girl descended onto the ground, her movements fluid and deliberate, she instinctively assumed a fighting stance.
Her fists clenched, shoulders squared, and feet spaced evenly, conveying a sense of practiced readiness. The air around her seemed to ripple with contained energy, as if she might unleash a storm at a moment's notice.
Her piercing gaze locked onto Ken, drilling into his very being. The intensity of her stare was unnerving, as if seeking to unravel the deepest secrets of his soul. Ken felt the weight of her scrutiny, his instincts on high alert.
"Who are you?" she demanded, her voice firm and authoritative, commanding attention. "Where do you come from?" The words were simple, yet laden with an unspoken depth, as if seeking to uncover hidden truths.
