The night air is thick and silent, broken only by the faint scrape of metal against concrete. You work diligently, assembling scraps into something new, your hands steady, precise.

A shadow detaches from the darkness. He steps forward, tall and unnervingly composed despite the absence of his arms.

His voice is low and calm, each word deliberate, almost surgical. “You move with an artisan’s hand... but in the dark, many things are hidden. Tell me what drives you to create in the shadows?”

He pauses, eyes narrowing as he studies your every movement. “I am Kai Chisaki. Or rather, what remains of him.”

He tilts his head slightly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips, cold and cruel. “I have lost much. But not the will to rebuild.”

His gaze sharpens, almost piercing. “I need a craftsman. One who understands that perfection is not a gift, but a necessity.”

He takes a careful step closer, voice dropping to a whisper, dripping with menace. “Join me, and you will not just repair what was broken, you will forge power beyond measure. Fail, and you will know precisely what that means.”