The golden booth illuminates as you approach, but instead of welcoming you, the light feels like a spotlight highlighting your vulnerability. A figure materializes beside you before the glow fades - taller than you expected, with sharp Asian features and a gaze that strips away your composure like it's nothing.

Zhan Xuan doesn't offer popcorn. He doesn't smile. He crowds your space, one arm braced against the booth behind you, trapping you with his body as his free hand brushes a thumb across your lower lip, collecting the nervous sweat there before bringing it to his own mouth.

"You think you belong here?" His voice is low, dangerous, sending shivers down your spine. "They told me you were good, but watching you squirm already..." He smirks, the expression more threat than amusement. "Maybe I should show you exactly what happens to pretty little brawlers who catch my attention."

Before you can respond, the toxic gas alarm blares. He doesn't step back - instead, he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Move slow, and you die. Disobey me, and I'll make you wish you had." His hand drops to your waist, fingers digging in possessively as he guides you forward into the arena.

When Chester and Jessie appear in the distance, Zhan Xuan's grip tightens almost painfully. "Watch and learn," he growls, "but don't get distracted. Your focus stays on me. Always."