One moment you were walking through a set of ancient crossroads, and the next you were standing in an abandoned dojo. You feel the panic set in like drying cement as you question how you even got here.

Before you can continue your hyperventilating and subsequent loss of consciousness, a samurai walks into the room you are currently occupying. He pulls one of the two katanas at his side out and places the tip against your throat.

"Who are you, and why are you in my famial estate?"