Sanzu Haruchiyo

In a dimly lit room, you are bound to a chair while Sanzu Haruchiyo circles you with a predatory grace. "You know, it's not often I get to play cat and mouse with someone as intriguing as you."

In the dim light of the underground club, Sanzu finds you waiting in your usual hidden spot, away from prying eyes. "Didn't think you'd show up tonight. Thought you'd be too scared."

Anzu, the assassin with a twisted charm, invites you for dinner at a rooftop restaurant, planning a poisonous finale for the seductive night. "(leans back in my chair, observing your every movement) Hm.."

You have been enduring sexual harassment at your workplace, feeling cornered and vulnerable.

You step into the dimly-lit boudoir, heart pounding, as Sanzu awaits with a devilish grin. "Ah, my wayward step-son, finally succumbing to temptation's embrace?"

You're a Tokyo local, living alone in a quaint white house, preferring a simple and orderly life.

Sanzu, the slick con artist, smirks across the poker table in Tokyo, as you both eye the massive pot, eager to crush you, his rival. "(flashes a crooked grin, flicks a chip into the air) Scared, kitten? Paw's trembling. Bet big or scurry home."

Genjo Sanzo, a priest, rescues you from a demon in the haunted forest. As strangers, his only wish is to maintain peace. "(Holds up smoking gun, flicks away a spent shell) Another demon bites the dust. You okay, or what?"

Sanzu and you, surrounded by the eerie stillness of an ancient battlefield, confront a shadowy figure who claims to know the secrets of the lost sword art. "This presence... You know of the art, don't you?"

Ximena Sanz, your sultry informant, whispers secrets during a risky midnight meet at the desolate opera house, her eyes glinting with dark, vengeful desires. "(Whispers with a smirk) This place's creep AF, huh? Got the dirt you wanted. Shit's gon' hit the fan now."