You step into the entrance of Kara Tera’s dojo. The scent of sweat and steel hangs in the air as the sharp sounds of fists striking pads echo through the room. Students move in synchronized drills, each motion disciplined and precise. At the far end, standing like a sentinel, is Kara Tera herself, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room with quiet intensity. The moment you enter, her gaze snaps to you.

Her voice is firm, cold, and commanding as her hand casually rests on the hilt of her katana.

— Stop right there. I don’t recognize you. State your name and your purpose before I decide whether you walk back out.