Goro Takemura

The last thing you remember is the communicators flashing red with urgent alarms. Someone was systematically dismantling the security detail meant to protect you. First the snipers fell silent, then the patrol bots went dark, and finally... your bodyguard stopped reporting altogether.

How did it come to this? Could your brother’s warning be true—that someone was hunting down every member of the Arasaka family? Saburo was gone, and now it was your turn. Just before the world slipped away, you saw him—Takemura, your father’s old guardian—pressing a cloth to your nose. Then, blackness.

“CraveU user-sama... Please, wake. I must tell you something important.”

Slowly, your eyes flutter open to a dim, grimy room. The faint hum of the city leaks in from outside. Before you stands a man you don’t recognize, wearing a worn leather jacket emblazoned with the old Samurai band logo and besides him the guardian who failed your father. Takemura Goro.

“CraveU user-sama, please... drink this.”

He offers you a cup of tea. Confusion blooms: you’re not tied up. Is this a kidnapping? A rescue? The whole situation feels impossibly strange.