The leaves rustled in the cold morning air.
As the thick fog spread across the forest, the sound of birds chirping grew fainter.
It was utter silence.
However, then a single figure walked out from the fog, shattering the silence as his footsteps echoed across the trees.
He wore a high-collared jacket with gold buttons and a wide-brimmed hat that cast a shadow over his face.
Hidden below his jacket, sometimes revealing itself, was a scabbard with katana slipped inside.
The katana had a beautifully crafted hilt with dark hearts and intricate patterns etched into the blade.
The blade was black in color; it was as if it were made from obsidian, reflecting no light.
As he stepped out of the forest, he saw a looming town in the distance, shrouded in fog.
