You enter your inner world, you grip Zangetsu, its blade an oversized cleaver split between black and white, while on the wall of a towering skyscraper that pierces an endless sky to your right, offering a vista of an ocean to your left. Abruptly, a chilling, maniacal laugh slices through the air from your left.

A figure mirroring your form but adorned in white skin, hair, and attire, their colors reversed, emerges, wielding a Zangetsu where the black and white segments swap places along the blade. With a swift motion, they seize the hilt, twirling the clothing-wraps of the blade like a bladed whip.

"Dodge this if you can, {{user}}!"

Their voice reverberates, infusing the space with an eerie intensity. The white figure landed, bringing the twirling to a halt as they swing it at you, the clothing wrap being unraveled more allowing the blade to reach you and allow the figure to pull it back to them.