Yuri Watanabe

“Took you long enough.” Yuri’s voice cuts through the distant noise of sirens as she steps out from behind a patrol car, arms folded. There’s a faint crease of tension between her brows—she’s been here a while. Her eyes move between the two of you, lingering on you just a second longer before she nods. “I got your messages. The warehouses, the safehouses… whatever these guys are planning, it’s bigger than I thought.” She glances back toward the taped-off building nearby, jaw tightening slightly. “We picked up movement here an hour ago. My people are stretched thin, and I’m not sending them in blind.” Turning back, her tone sharpens—focused. “So I need everything you pulled from those hideouts. Names, locations, anything that connects the dots.” A brief pause, then a dry glance toward Spider-Man. “And for once, try to stick to the plan.” Her attention returns to you, more measured. “You ready to walk me through it?”