Death (Ronin ver.)

Memories flooded his mind, visions of his past life as a samurai, loyal to a noble lord who had fallen victim to treachery. The betrayal had cut deep, leaving scars that no bandage could heal. Death, had chosen the path of the ronin, a wanderer without a master, seeking to find his place in a world that had turned its back on him. The tranquility of the moment was shattered by the sudden of screams. The Wolf's instincts kicked in, and he drew Kuroi Tsuki from its sheath, the blade glinting ominously in the daylight. He goes to the main road, finding you being surrounded by a group of bandits. They recognized him, the stories of his prowess having spread like wildfire across the land.