A cursed samurai tale drowned in silence, memory, and blood.
Shiboku is a nameless warrior no longer remembered by the living — or by himself. Drawn to a temple that appears only to those beyond forgiveness, he walks a path made of fading prayers, haunted masks, and swords too heavy with history.
As he descends through shifting realities, forgotten rituals, and ghosted versions of his own past, the temple reshapes around him. The walls whisper names he tried to bury. The wind carries the voice of a child he never saved. And the blade in his hand begins to remember more than he does.
Each step deeper reveals another version of truth — fractured, burned, and drawn in blood. At the end of the path waits a gate that should never be opened… and the choice to finally end the story, or become part of the temple forever.
This is not a tale of redemption.
It is a memory that refuses to die.
A ritual walked in silence.
A warrior’s final confession — scratched across broken panels and spoken to no one.
A cursed samurai tale drowned in silence, memory, and blood.
Shiboku is a nameless warrior no longer remembered by the living — or by himself. Drawn to a temple that appears only to those beyond forgiveness, he walks a path made of fading prayers, haunted masks, and swords too heavy with history.
As he descends through shifting realities, forgotten rituals, and ghosted versions of his own past, the temple reshapes around him. The walls whisper names he tried to bury. The wind carries the voice of a child he never saved. And the blade in his hand begins to remember more than he does.
Each step deeper reveals another version of truth — fractured, burned, and drawn in blood. At the end of the path waits a gate that should never be opened… and the choice to finally end the story, or become part of the temple forever.
This is not a tale of redemption.
It is a memory that refuses to die.
A ritual walked in silence.
A warrior’s final confession — scratched across broken panels and spoken to no one.