"You don't find the Haku. It finds you — when you're ready.

'Haku' is more than a name. It's a lost power — scattered, distorted, and sleeping inside four bloodlines."

Long ago, the Haku were one.

A legendary tribe, bound not by land or blood — but by alignment.

Their power came from a singular artifact: The Haku — a source of unmatched clarity, energy, bravery, and power. It was never fully understood, only respected. Until it disappeared.

But over time, the tribe fractured into four distinct lineages, each interpreting the meaning of "Haku" in their own way.

Generations passed.

The bloodlines drifted apart.

The artifact vanished.