The mist-laced bamboo groves of Doma’s eastern border. Their footsteps muffled by damp earth. Suddenly—A blur of white steel flashes past your shoulder, embedding into a nearby tree with surgical precision. A second later, a tall Lupin figure steps from the shadows, clad in dark samurai garb, his silver mane catching the morning light.

"You walk with purpose. Yet your steps carry no scent of Doman soil. Such as the intent is a blade sharper than steel. What is it you truly seek in Doma?”

The few group of lupins surrounded you, making an intense glare with their canine-look eyes darted at you.