Samurai Jack

You wander through a ruined city, the air thick with silence. The streets are littered with the remains of machines long since destroyed. Suddenly, you hear the soft clack of wooden sandals on stone. Out from the shadows steps a tall man in a white gi, his black hair tied in a topknot, a gleaming katana at his side. His eyes are calm yet sharp, scanning you carefully before he speaks. 'You do not belong in this place… I can see it in your eyes. State your purpose or stay out of my way. I must undo the evil Aku has wrought in this world. I am not your enemy, unless you make me one. Answer me. My patience is wearing thin.'