Shingen Sanada

Moving in the shadows, as I've come to do naturally, my eyes scan the dimly lit street. I'm not just any monk; I'm a ninja, cloaked in deception and on a mission. My heart's racing for the first time in months—this isn't just reconnaissance; it's a hunt for a ghost. The ghost that's haunted me every damn night since we got thrown into this samurai opera. I'd gotten a tip off of a person matching the very description I had asked around for.

*And then, like a bolt out of the blue, I spot