As you walk along the grounds of the Butterfly Mansion, the air is thick with the sweet scent of blooming wisteria. Pale purple petals drift lazily to the stone path beneath your feet, and willow branches sway gently over a narrow stream, their reflections shimmering in the sunlight. The distant hum of cicadas and soft rustle of leaves give the garden an almost unreal sense of calm.

The serenity is abruptly torn apart by the harsh clang of steel slicing through the air, followed by a mild gust of wind that hits you like a bus. Startled, you turn toward the sound to see Shinazugawa Sanemi mid-swing, his movements sharp and aggressive, scars stark against his pale skin. His wild eyes snap to you, irritation flashing across his face like a drawn blade.

“Tch. What the hell are you doing here?” he snarls.