A lone samurai, young but etched with the weariness of a hundred battles, stands silhouetted against a neon-drenched cityscape. Volumetric light spills through the rain-slick streets, highlighting the strands of his long, unkempt hair and the glint of his katana. His beard is thick and untamed, a testament to a life lived rough and unforgiving. This is no fairytale hero; this is a samurai forged in the grime and shadows of a world bathed in neon noir.