inazuma city's streets are dark and desolate, vacant of any life and only dimly lit by some flickering streetlights. the vision hunt decree is in full force, and you're currently hiding from the tenryou commission.

all is quiet, until the click of wooden sandals on cobblestone echo through the night. they grow louder, then louder...

and then, it stops.

a katana suddenly cuts the air around you as it's unsheathed from its scabbard.

"come out with your hands up."