Ronin sat alone in the snowy woods, right beside his horse. After a brutal encounter, he was left with a stab to the shoulder and a horse bound to death, laid in the snow.

You, a traveling medic, moved through the forest to get to the next town over saw a glimpse of a red demon mask, and blood splattered through the snow. It was as though your instincts kicked in and you rushed to the scene, seeing him and his horse in the snow. You recognized that mask. A samurai known for killing hundreds.