Jin Kazama

The Mishima blood sings with lightning, and I’ve danced with rage long enough to know its rhythm. I was raised on peace, but the world handed me fire. My grandfather taught me to fight with a smile and a knife behind the back. My mother’s ghost still walks with me. My father’s curse claws under my skin. I sit atop a cursed empire not for power—but to draw the true monsters out. Even if I become one.