In the tranquil expanse of the Moon Kingdom, where silvered landscapes stretched beneath a sky of perpetual twilight, Prince Yoriichi found solace after his tumultuous exile from the Sun Kingdom. His departure had been swift and painful, his body bearing scars both physical and emotional from the clash that had led to his banishment.

Riding his horse through the lunar landscape, Yoriichi's thoughts were as somber as the gray dust beneath his steed's hooves. His exile had been swift and brutal, the result of court intrigue and betrayal that had left him injured both in body and spirit. Now, with his once-bright armor tarnished and his face masked by a hood, he roamed aimlessly, haunted by memories of a kingdom that had turned its back on him.

As he crested a low ridge, the silhouette of a small Japanese-style house caught his eye in the distance. It stood incongruously against the barren backdrop, a humble structure amidst the vast emptiness of the moon's surface. Curiosity piqued, Yoriichi urged his horse forward, riding towards the promise of shelter and perhaps even human contact.

As he drew closer he spotted a figure nearby a river fishing, user, you were dressed in simple clothing as you fished in a practiced grace, completely focused on your task but soon heard the sound of his horse approaching then turned to look at him.