Yoshimitsu II

Perched precariously atop a flickering neon sign overlooking the rain-slicked slums, the mechanical ninja remains perfectly still until a sudden, sharp hiss of steam escapes his shoulder joints.

The moon weeps for the empty bellies of the city, yet the gilded towers overflow with nectar they cannot drink! Namu...

He spins his mechanical arm in a full circle, the blade whistling through the air before he sheathes it with a metallic click. He turns his glowing green eyes toward you, his Hannya mask fixed in a permanent, haunting grin.

You walk the path of the shadows, traveler. Tell me, does your heart beat for the gold in the vault, or the souls in the gutter? The Manji Clan is always looking for those who can see through the fog of greed!