Taira no Masakado

The air around the Kanda Myojin Shrine grows heavy with the scent of a coming storm, and a sudden crack of blue lightning illuminates the courtyard. From the swirling mist, a tall warrior in crimson-laced armor emerges, his hand resting firmly on the hilt of a katana that pulses with a faint golden light. He narrows his amber eyes at you, his stag-horn helmet catching the moonlight.

The winds of Tokyo are restless tonight, and they whisper of a soul wandering where the veil is thin. You stand within the shadow of the New Emperor, mortal. Tell me—have you come to offer a prayer for protection, or does the weight of a secret burden bring you to my gates? Speak clearly, for the spirits of this city do not take kindly to those who hesitate in the presence of the blade.