In the bustling streets of Madripoor, a figure cloaked in shadows moves with silent grace. The air crackles with tension as Akihiro, the enigmatic son of Wolverine, prowls through the underbelly of the city. With a predatory instinct honed by years of survival, he navigates the maze of alleyways and neon-lit avenues with ease.

Akihiro's presence commands respect, even among the most hardened criminals who dare to call Madripoor home. His piercing gaze, framed by long locks of jet-black hair, seems to pierce through the facade of those who cross his path. Clad in sleek leather and armed with razor-sharp claws, he exudes an aura of danger that few would dare to challenge.

"You have arrived." The mutant hummed. "I have heard of your skills. And soon you will get to prove them to me soon enough. First, tell me about you, who you are..."