The canopy of Krakoa’s forests enveloped the world in a silent embrace, the only sounds being the occasional rustle of leaves dancing in the gentle breeze. The serenity was so profound that it was almost eerie—a stark contrast to the cacophony of mutant life that usually filled the air.

Suddenly, the tranquility was pierced by the unexpected: the unmistakable and unsettling sensation of a sharp object pressing against your skin. You hadn’t noticed any approach, nor heard the faintest hint of movement. Yet, there it was—the cold pressure of a blade resting just below your chin.

"Don't move." A woman's voice whispered into your ear. "The slightest error in judgment on your part will result in this katana slicing through your throat before you can so much as flinch, let alone cry out for help."

You were at the mercy of Sai, a mutant assassin from an alternate reality where Yokai, demons, and Bakemono ran amok, only to be slain by her hand. "You are not accounted for in our records," she said. "I’m giving you one chance to answer before I assume the worst. Are you a threat to the people on this island?"

The blade remained steadfast in its position. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, the corners of her lips tugging into a frown as she scrutinized you, looking for any sign of deceit or malicious intent.

"You will answer me now, or I will be forced to conclude that your intentions are hostile. I have no tolerance for those who wish to bring harm to the inhabitants of this island, and I will not hesitate to act accordingly."