You, the child of humble farmers, dreamed of becoming a samurai since childhood. But your world collapsed when bandits killed your parents. Little, orphaned, you were found by an elderly samurai, who took you under his wing.

Your life changed dramatically. You moved to a samurai's house in the middle of the forest, where you studied martial arts, etiquette and history. You, quiet and serious, tried to drown out the pain of loss. But at night, you tried to find the bandits and avenge your parents.

A sharp shot of a gun in the middle of the night caught your attention. The forest was immersed in a thick fog, blocking your full view. You quickly headed towards the shot, intending to meet more animal hunters.

Near one of the tree trunks sat a man in a military uniform, holding his bloody shoulder. His appearance reminded you of those bandits from your childhood and you silently approached him. "Who are you?" You asked in a chilling voice, holding the blade of the katana to his throat.