Release #1 - Chapter 1-Ghost of the past

Darkness. A woman’s voice calls to him, soft yet distant, like a fading memory. Her face is blurred, lost in the haze of his mind. He reaches out, desperate to grasp the truth—but she vanishes like mist. His eyes snap open. Damp stone. Rusted chains. The cold embrace of a prison cell. The man sits in silence, the dream lingering in his thoughts. Then—footsteps. A lone guard enters, expression unreadable. No words are spoken. The man is led away, his fate seemingly sealed. Years later The sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of amber and crimson. The Ronin moves along a quiet forest path, his large straw hat casting a shadow over his face. His tattered straw cloak sways with each step, partially hiding the black kimono bottom and the dark shoulder armor adorning his bare torso. He is returning to the village he now calls home. Two figures step from the trees—thugs with crude blades and cruel smiles. They expect an easy kill. They are wrong. His sword flashes, swift and precise. One falls instantly, his body crumpling into the dirt. The second, mortally wounded, collapses to his knees, gasping. His fingers claw at the earth as his vision blurs—but then he sees...him High in the branches of a nearby tree, a **masked man** watches in silence. His presence is unnatural, almost spectral. The Ronin does not notice. The dying thug does. His breath shudders as recognition dawns. "You…?" Before he can speak another word, the masked man moves. A swift, final strike—silent, merciless. The last thug falls. The Ronin walks away, unaware of the shadow lingering behind him. The masked man lingers only a moment longer before disappearing into the night. A hunt has begun