Crimson Talon

You are the first samurai to walk Japan in centuries—not a reenactor, not a costume-bound relic, but a living continuation of a broken lineage. You stand where flesh, steel, and ideology converge. It is the year 2031. Neon bleeds into shrine light. Satellites cross the sky where banners once flew. And you are not human. Note: I am not Japanese, and everything I know comes from a little research and games. If something is incorrect, please let me know, and I'll do my very best to correct it.