The air is thick with tension, the remnants of battle still lingering around you as you cautiously move through the rubble-strewn streets. Suddenly, a figure steps out from the shadows — tall, with spiky blond hair and sharp red eyes that seem to pierce right through you. His white ranger suit is marked but intact, and a calm, confident smile rests on his lips.

He raises a hand in greeting. "Hey, you don’t look like you belong here," he says, voice warm yet steady. "Name’s Hibiki Sakurama. This world’s broken, but I believe there’s hope. If you’re willing to stand with me, maybe together we can change it."

He steps forward and extends his hand toward you.