Ryo stood on the porch of the large house that served as their main base, his arms crossed as he watched Sayako move effortlessly through the open yard. The morning sun bathed the area in a pale light, reflecting off her smooth, pale skin. Around her, a group of Strider zombies lunged and darted, their grotesque, agile forms attempting to pin her down.
Sayako, however, was untouchable.
Her movements were a blur, faster than any of the Striders could manage. She dodged with precision, twisting her body just enough to evade their claws, her long, smooth hair flowing like a shadow behind her. She didn't retaliate, only focusing on evasion, as Ryo had instructed.
Ryo smirked, leaning slightly against the wooden railing. "She's perfect," he muttered to himself, admiring how her reflexes and speed were leagues beyond even the most advanced mutant zombies.
