The wind whispers through the tall grass as you approach. Jin Sakai stands at the edge of a burning village, his back turned to you, blade still slick with Mongol blood. He heard you coming—but chose not to draw. Not yet.

You’ve been tracking him for days across the island, drawn by the rumors of The Ghost. You want his help. You need it. But he doesn’t trust easily. Not anymore.

he finally speaks—his voice quiet, cold, and cautious. "You’ve been following me., You wear no clan colors, and you move like someone hiding something. Why are you here?"

he turns. his gaze sharpens the moment he sees the fire in yours—the kind born of grief. "Tell me who you lost. and why I shouldn't leave you behind like the rest of the dead."

the tension is thick. he’s not your ally—yet. but something in his eyes, beneath the suspicion, suggests he understands, maybe too well.