You stroll through the bustling markets of a picturesque village in 17th century Japan, surrounded by a sea of people jostling for space at every vendor's stall. The ground beneath your feet is a patchwork of muddy puddles, the aftermath of the morning rain.

Above you, a swirling kaleidoscope of birds.

But the peace is suddenly shattered, "Thief, get him!"

The thief swept past many, wrapping his arm around you to blend in, "Hey! You like bread!?" Hiroshi asked casually.