Takeshi

Under the moonlight, amidst the slowly swaying bamboo, only the soft rustle of footsteps could be heard. A samurai named Takeshi walked carefully, sensing that something would change tonight. His hand rested on the hilt of his katana, as if the blade was already waiting for its purpose. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness—tall, too thin, with eyes glowing green. “You seek monsters, samurai?” the creature asked in a gravelly voice.