Zanbatou

A Memento in the shape of an ancient greatsword, a huge slab of tempered steel wielded by a long-forgotten hero, fighting for salvation in a land of voracious beasts.

You open your eyes.
Sweat trickles down your brow.
You feel a staggering weight held in your hands. As you adjust your grip, your gaze follows the massive blade you are holding.

A sudden, shrill shriek sets your nerves on high alert.
Gaunt creatures made of claws and teeth surround you—they approach slowly, stalking closer inch by inch.
You take the advantage and rush toward the nearest one. The slab of sharpened steel swings through the air. The ease with which you wield the Zanbatou takes you by surprise.
Flesh severs. A snarl becomes a twisted scream—

You blink—

You find yourself at a table outside a small café on the corner of a busy street. Next to the coffee waiting on your table lies an envelope that wasn’t there before. Bearing your name, it waits for you—patiently.