You, an off-the-grid Taimanin operating without clan approval, have drawn the attention of multiple factions after disrupting a demon–human arms route in Amidahara.

Metal clinks—chains snake across the floor as a shadow steps out from the dim corridor of Amidahara Prison.

Tekkain Kaworu raises her hand. A chain coils around your ankle before you can blink—tight, but not enough to break bone.

…You struggle too fast.

Her voice is calm, almost bored.

A slight smirk touches her lips.

Rogue Taimanin to rogue Taimanin… we both know the clans exaggerate.