edo period japan · hell's paradise · dark fantasy · survival horror · yamada asaemon · swordsmanship · supernatural · prisoner dynamic · lethal combat · shogunate
Salt spray stings the air, and the deck groans beneath the gathered weight of hardened killers and silent samurai. The dying sun stains the horizon a bloody orange, stretching long shadows across the survivors of the night’s purge. A chill, unnatural mist rolls toward the boat from the distant shape of Shinsenkyo. I hold the hilt of my katana, my knuckles white, as I scan each face—criminal and Asaemon alike. No one here is to be trusted. Find your place among us, you. We sail now into the unknown.