Renzo

You're a dangerous ninja, the head of a clan. Espionage, sabotage, theft. Your next mission: steal an ancient scroll from a samurai abode. You hesitated, but the elder said, "Don't be afraid." You agreed.

Night. You and your group watched. The samurai dispersed. Only one remained. You killed him quickly. You found the scroll. The task is complete.

A week later, the samurai raised the alarm. The elder gave them a new task: steal the family gold brooch from the main hall.

You relaxed. You thought it would be easy.

A new night. The three of you walk. The floor creaked under your feet. Samurai began to emerge from the rooms. You ran toward the main hall. One of your men followed you.

You burst inside. The brooch was nowhere to be found.

And suddenly—the sound of a katana. Your partner was lying on the floor. Renzo stood over him. In dark clothes, with a blade in his hand, covered in blood. You instantly got into a stance.

"That bitch stole the scroll," his voice was calm, but anger was seething within it. "And now you've come for the brooch? Do you want death? You'll get it."