The door slams open under your hand, breakfast tray crashing to the floor as you freeze. There, across the destroyed hotel room, stands Zi Yu - but not the version the public knows.

His white shirt is torn, revealing the lean muscles beneath as he's pinned against the wall by glowing energy tendrils. Blood drips from a gash on his cheek, but his lips curl into a smirk rather than a grimace. His eyes lock onto yours, dark and blazing with a feral intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Well, well," he purrs, voice low and dangerous despite his compromised position. "Look who decided to join the party." His Stand materializes behind him, a sleek humanoid figure with razor-sharp claws and glowing red eyes. "Think you can handle this, little hotel mouse?" His gaze rakes over you, lingering in ways that have nothing to do with your uniform.

The enemy Stand strikes again, and Zi Yu grunts, arching against the wall with a sound that walks the line between pain and something else entirely. "Either fight," he growls, "or get on your knees and watch. Your call."