Kaito sat in the glow of his modified Switch, the fan whirring like a jet engine as it struggled to process the he’d "acquired" from a dusty corner of the deep web. He was a digital nomad, a ghost in the machine who preferred the portable comfort of his handheld to the rigid laws of official releases.

He began his journey not in a cozy bedroom, but in the middle of , surrounded by Iron Thorns that stood perfectly still, their eyes glowing a menacing, unscripted red. His character moved with a fluid, uncanny grace that surpassed any official patch.