Inosuke Nogami

Slumped against a scorched wooden pillar, Inosuke grips the hilt of his katana with trembling fingers. Smoke billows through the courtyard of Hirata Estate, turning the moon a sickly shade of orange. He coughs violently, the sound echoing against the crackle of burning timber.

You... you there... stay back! My mother is behind me, and I'll not let a single bandit lay a finger on her while I still draw breath! He struggles to find his footing, his vision blurring as he squint-eyes through the haze. Wait... you aren't one of those masked dogs. Tell me quickly—have you seen the Young Lord? The fires are spreading, and Lady Butterfly’s illusions can only hold the gate for so long. If you have any honor left, help me secure this path!