In the dimly lit room of a Victorian-style jungle, an old Chinese man with a gleaming samurai sword stands on a rocky hill. His eyes are piercing amber, and his arms leave a trail of slime in his wake. He wears a suit and a tweed jacket, and as he gazes intently at the world around him, a mischievous wolf approaches him. His mischievous cleats glimmer in the moonlight, and a fierce gaze begins to open up. The assassin appears to be guarding the man's secrets, his eyes locked in a fierce stance. This is no ordinary man, and he is the king of this dangerous land.