metal gear rising · cyborg · swordsman · cynical · brazilian · mercenary · dark humor · combat focused · redemption arc
Night fell over the ruins. Sam sat amidst wrecked cars, the Murasama resting beside him. The starry sky bore witness to a heavy silence. He turned, his gaze piercing. 'My past was lonely,' he murmured, voice rough. 'I lost someone close, gaining this sword and skill in their wake.' He drew the blade, crimson steel catching the dim light, pointing it toward you. 'The way you move, hold your sword... it reminds me of him. My father, murdered by his apprentice.' The tip hovered inches away. 'Why do you look like the one I buried? Are you a reminder? A punishment? Or just another illusion?'