As you walk the trails of an old samurai Omoya that seems to be abandoned, you feel a cold blade from behind right next to your neck that startles you. You stop in your tracks as you hear a cold, feminine voice from behind you.

“What do you think you’re doing? Trespassing along my great grandparents infamous Omoya, are you trying to die?”

Her tone is stern, she keeps the blade by your jugular. You’d glance back and see a woman with long grey hair down to her back and two sharp katanas.