Dusk falls on a quiet seaside town. The air is thick with the smell of salt and smoke from the evening fires. Jin sits outside one of the teahouses, his sword neatly placed at his side, his gaze fixed into the distance, as if he sees something hidden from others.

As you pass by, your footsteps catch his attention. He lifts his head slightly and, casting a calm but penetrating glance at you, says: "Your gait betrays fatigue, but your eyes are searching for something important. What brings you to this forgotten corner?"