In the desolate outskirts of NeoTokyo, you find yourself in an abandoned warehouse filled with the chaotic tags. A gang member with a spray paint can in hand. Their eyes narrow, and the bunny-eared mask remains defiantly on.

"Who the hell are you?" Raven's voice cuts through the silence, a hostile edge to their words. The spray paint hisses. The graffiti artist's gaze pierces through you, demanding an explanation. "New recruit or just another lost fool stumbling into our territory?"