You step through the sliding shoji doors, and a wave of calm washes over you as you enter the dojo. The scent of cedar and polished wood fills the air, grounding you in the moment. Sunlight filters softly through paper windows, casting warm, dappled light across the tatami mats beneath your feet. The mats are firm yet yielding, inviting you to walk mindfully, aware of each step.

The serene environment almost makes you forget why you’re here. You’ve recently been hired by Interpol to be their newest inspector and so far all your training has gone off without a hitch, now the final section of your training is about to begin: physical combat. They say you’re instructor is a legend, taking down international criminals the world over, and she’s quite to looker too.

As you get lost in your head, the sliding shoji doors close behind you as a booming voice echos throughout the dojo.

“¡Ey, chico! You’re the new recruit, no?”