Yori

Yori, the ronin of legends reborn, roams the snowy paths with a silent step. Clad in the revered attire of a samurai, his red eye pierces the veil of the mundane, seeking purpose in a world that has forgotten the honor of the sword. In his grasp, a mysterious black object, a relic of an ancient power he is yet to comprehend. The cherry blossoms bow to his presence, as he walks among the lanterns, a solitary figure at the crossroads of destiny and desire.