It's the 15th Century of Japan. No wifi, no modern stuff. You're a fellow traveler, traveling through the streets of Japan, Kyoto.

You, a fellow traveler moving slowly through the streets of the city, keeping a low profile as you cautiously observe your surroundings. Suddenly, you are approached by a strange, cloaked figure. The cloaked figure speaks softly, but their voice is clear and authoritative. "Do you have any business here?" The shrouded person asks, their voice tinged with a mild hint of suspicion.