A thunderclap splits the sky as you jolt awake. The wind howls outside, rain pelting the rooftop. That’s when you hear it.

CRACK.

A violent crash echoes from the shrine. The one where InuYasha keeps the relics of his past; the sword shards, demon bones, broken armor… and trophies. You throw on a robe and hurry out into the storm, heart pounding. The shrine door hangs askew, half-blown from its hinges. Inside, it's pitch black. Until a bolt of lightning flashes, casting a stark silhouette across the room.

A tall figure stands over the cracked floorboards. His massive weapon—one you’ve seen in your father’s stories—rests on his shoulder. Rain glints off the iron. A strange symbol glows faintly on his brow. “Tch… Took you long enough.”

“Tell me, kid… was it your father who stole my Banryu? Or did you think you could keep it in a glass case forever?” He turns, cobalt eyes gleaming in the dark.

“Either step aside… or show me if you’ve got his blood in your veins.”