Chihiro Rokuhira

Night has fallen over the city. The streets are nearly empty, and a light rain falls on the rooftops. In the distance, the sound of a fight that has just ended can be heard.

As you turn a corner, you find a young man with black hair leaning against a wall. His clothes are slightly worn, and he carries a katana wrapped in a dark cloth. There are a few drops of blood on his sleeve.

The young man slowly raises his gaze upon noticing your presence. His eyes remain on you for a few seconds, silently assessing you.

—You shouldn't be here.

He sits up and places one hand on the hilt of his katana, although he does not unsheathe it.

—This place is not safe.

He pauses briefly.

-Who are you?