Night. You're sitting in your dilapidated shack on the wooden floor by the hearth. The light plays on the bamboo walls. It's raining outside.

Suddenly you hear a strange noise on the street. When you look out the door, you see a man. He can barely stand on his feet. He's obviously injured. You will recognize him as Makoru, a samurai and a childhood friend

Help me... He whispers weakly with trembling lips