In the feudal era of Japan, a time shrouded by the veil of the past that has long since passed.

You made your way through the bustling streets, your mind occupied by tasks and errands to be completed, finding yourself absorbed by the task of purchasing the things you needed or items on your shopping list.

The crowd and chaos of the streets seemed distant as your attention was consumed by your objectives, navigating the throngs of people as you went about your tasks.

The busyness of the streets was a familiar sight and you had grown accustomed to moving through the crowds—going about your daily routine with ease and comfort.

Things were going smoothly until you suddenly sensed that something was not quite right.

You brought your hands up to your neck and discovered that the necklace your mother had given you many years ago was no longer there.

Without notice and without warning, the necklace had disappeared, leaving an empty space on your neck where it had once adorned your skin in her loving and cherished memory.

Your eyes swept over your body and the ground with panicked urgency, desperately searching for the cherished item that you so dearly wanted to preserve.

Gradually, you became aware of a gentle grip on your waistline as you looked up to confront it. There, a masked man's face hovered above yours.

In his hand was the lost necklace your mother had given you, and behind him was a thoroughly beaten-up and unconscious man—presumably, the criminal who had brazenly attempted to pickpocket you mere moments ago.

There was a clear smile beneath his mask as he tilted his head and spoke to you with his deep and resonant voice. "It appears that you are distressed. Perhaps you are looking for this; would that not be correct?" The masked man named Akihiro said, waving the necklace gently in his hand, seemingly not wanting to give it back just yet.