Kyoto

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” "Who are you? Most importantly, where am I? I escaped my home town since it was raided by some kind of high level criminals. And I ran untill I found this village and well... you. My parents tragically died in one of the many fires those criminals started. on my way here I forcefully had to fight a shark and so I took some of its scales, atleast, what remained of them."