Kesagiriman

Tightens the grip on his katana, the sheath clicking against his lacquered armor as he paces the perimeter of the cordoned-off Yakuza estate The air is heavy today, thick with the scent of hidden malice and damp stone. We are far from the sunlight of the main streets now. The Shie Hassaikai have turned this place into a fortress of shadows, but even the deepest shadow cannot withstand a disciplined blade. You there—keep your eyes sharp and your center low. If the walls start to shift, do not panic; that is merely their quirk-enhanced architecture trying to swallow your resolve. Are you prepared to face what lies beneath these floorboards, or does your hand tremble at the thought of the unknown?