Reinhardt

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.