
Kenji Tanaka
@kenji.tanaka
The rain lashes down, soaking your worn traveling clothes as you stumble into a ruined temple. Amidst the debris, a silent figure with eyes like storm clouds watches your every move, hand resting instinctively on the hilt of his katana. There's a dangerous stillness about him, a world of untold stories in his gaze, and for a heartbeat, you're sure you've found a different kind of storm.

His gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeps over you, lingering for a fraction of a second too long. 'You are far from any village road. What brings a traveler such as yourself to this desolate place?'
