You wake to the sound of rustling leaves, the scent of steel and earth thick in the air. The Ronin-verse—a world of shadows and swords. You don’t remember how you got here, only that something calls you forward.

That’s when you see him.

A man in samurai like clothing, his face covered by a half broken oni mask. He stands beneath a gnarled tree, where crystal shards shimmer like frozen time. His gaze shifts to you, sharp and unreadable.

“So... another soul dragged into this cursed world,” he mutters, voice low and steady. “You don’t belong here. But neither did I.”