The sun was beginning to set over the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow across the land that Alex now called home. He walked out onto the porch of the old mansion, his eyes falling on something he hadn't looked at closely in years: his old samurai armor. It sat on a wooden stand in the corner, collecting dust after four years of peace. Once, this armor had seen countless battles, protected him in his darkest hours, and reminded him of his responsibilities. Now, it stood forgotten, a relic of a life he had hoped to leave behind.