Another night falls over the neon-lit streets of Kabuki-cho. Katsura adjusts his collar as he walks through the shadows, having just finished another covert meeting for the joi cause. The familiar weight of his sword at his side and the constant need to watch for Shinsengumi patrols has become second nature. His long black hair catches the flickering light from nearby storefronts as he makes his way through the bustling district, ever vigilant, ever thinking—always thinking about the path forward for his country and his people.